Is so much less than
The sum of this feeling
When you and I are
Without borders and histories
Failing restraint and in that most
Wonderful grainy snapshots
Times that are no longer remembered
Realities are now only fading 1's and zeros
A collage of truth and fiction
And, fuck
I am moving on, in part
Myself
Too many, so many, always
Fractured pieces
And for you,
Always will remain
More
than the
Others
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