I think we should choose. A love at a time.
Years ago I made my choice.
I wanted you. Round, elastic, changeable. So nice, in and out of the mouth. In whisper, a delusion for the hearing. Soft colors, suffused with pain, or adopted, stabbing. Sometimes you are like knives. But I love you with all of myself. To prove it I declared war. Which we fought the bloodiest battles in the period 2001-2006, the years of the War Within. At the end we cried victory, our the world was free. They would return, but we were strong together, we would not be stopped. We would have coped without them, yet necessary evil. 
"How much is 7 +8?"
"Thirteen!" I say, to show off my win.
I realize how I feel.
The anarchic phase is short. I understand that I can not do without them, that my love is not enough. They are beautiful and even useful, but not enough. We need a compromise and sign it.
pact of mutual patience, we call it.
Can I use them, but only with adult supervision, or at least one person wearing them a minimum of respect. Each
I try to use them alone, perhaps for lack of time, turn against me, the infamous.
Maybe someday I'll be able to be their friend, as it once was. I must admit that I never liked so visceral, but I could use them. My mind had fun with them, that they had deceived a possible marriage.
A report slammed without warning, the dall'altroieri yesterday. I could have been less definitive.
So I lost anyway.
numbers, you are not free, not even the words to marry.
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