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May 2018
who do you think we were
before the end of time?

i'm sure the words fell flat
and the songs couldn't even rhyme?

your eyes were still brown, i know
and the days flowed into night --
but all else had changed,
nothing could ever seem right.

you're the only constant
in this hectic, mayday world
i just hope that its iron-clad grasp
on you will soon uncurl.
halle
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