Normcore Relations

Who's relative to whom 
Under what category 
Shared error, shall we laugh 
At the same themes
Under whose auspices 
A relation, nearness 
In out group doubt
I miss the old spout 
Where each drank the amount 
That brought the kind of oblivion 
That made an us out of close 
And now that door 
Creaks louder 
Covered with the mold of time 
And spaces unreserved 
For the unpleasant surprises 
Spun invisibly on the loom of ignorance 
Because we didn't say a feeling 
In lieu of our jokes 
Where sarcasm was grout 
Bound to let the tiles fall apart

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