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Nov 2015
This argument
gone over
countless times,
victimizing ourselves-
separating ourselves
and creating this
unnecessary drift
that soon turns into
unrequited feelings
as the darkness shadows
the light that once existed
in us.

                            "It's you".
"It's me."

It's us
you
me
we don't exist
we shan't.

But I suppose that doesn't really matter now
does it?
Syzygy
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Syzygy  New York, USA
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