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A distant Memory
I see you in black and white,
a smear on my screen
secretly opening up a door
to the unknown universe
that you now inhabit.
I feel astray and distant
from a future,
that never
came
to
be.
My remembrances of us are
so unlike the motionless
image flickering on my screen:
constantly metamorphosing,
from perfection to a man
living in the delicate body ...
a smear on my screen
secretly opening up a door
to the unknown universe
that you now inhabit.
I feel astray and distant
from a future,
that never
came
to
be.
My remembrances of us are
so unlike the motionless
image flickering on my screen:
constantly metamorphosing,
from perfection to a man
living in the delicate body ...
Monday 30th January 2012 10:42 pm
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