thank you, you're welcome or love
you
who have been
there with me
before i was here
only already knowing the impossible thing,
the unbearable
thing that freezes time
knowing there is a way out
you know a way
out the only
way out is through
our reflections of others
in which scene we are seen in
in which seen we are seeming in which sea we are
seeing
ourselves
our sense of the future
is there where
nothing else could endure
our sense of tomorrow alone abides
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achingly beautiful
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