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the first is [not]
I don’t have a poem for you
you don’t feel volatile
I am sputtering like a flame someone left too close to
an open window
but you are not the chilly night air
you are not the frayed wick
I still haven’t figured out what you are
you are like deja vu with pretty eyes
seeing a splintering of a thousand potential futures
they all exist because none of them exist ...
Wednesday 21st November 2018 3:26 pm
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