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Mind space industrious moon...
forage memory "what is a novel if lover?"
I used to have a friend
named ______ / what does it matter
if everything I think is not here.

I am tired
of explaining my
self. I want to exist
without a response.
Indeed a response, your mirror
reflects a rainbow without rain.
You, a gift, and me,
something. A kiss. Fragmented flight.
A kaleidoscope film reel. Everyone says
"this feels" but what if I told you I am
twelve people spinning around my heart
at once. 

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