Sold

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>   What's your line of work ?

<   Sales

>   What do you sell ?

<   I sell this 32 ivory beam

<   A nations welcome

<   The frenetic plunge

<   I sell olympic distal leg power

<   forced through this single geared pedal set

<   through my 8 stone frame

<   to carry you two Gorans

<   and my commissioned brother

<   through the carotid chaos

<   of this capitol's vital heart

>   That's quite a skill set

<   It's altogether necessary

>   I can see that

<   Hey ___ Just hold this for a moment

>   What is it ?

<   It's your wrenched gut

<   that I'm pegging out between

<   your searching compassion

<   your reflected shame

<   and your retreating empathy

<   which is being pulled into the wake

<   of your inevitable flight away from me

>   Okay

<   I'm sold