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Nov 2018
sometimes i wonder if
i could live two lives
in parallel
but eventually
one of them is going to have to
split off onto a far away road

so i must no longer wave at my reflection
or reflections should i say

as i am living many lives, as many people
walking on with their many days
in black jeans, tweed pants, sport shorts,

one of them bumps into another
and they all shatter.

so i have to complete the arduous taskΒ Β 
of holding the rusty knife
and killing off the characters of my past
o what a beautiful sorrow
Written by
luna  16/Androgynous
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