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And she looked at the man mostly named for a color He had a real name, of course, but the color was so much more true than that Names are just sounds, identified “Oh, you.” A smile, recognized Maybe she knew him from his own words or a long, dark wall filled with names from a war from before she was born or maybe it was more than that “Oh, you.” Homecoming Cliff jumping A Bildungsroman novel in 18 years Here it is, hear it coming? You have to listen closely, it’s in the whisper between two friends then and now When is it that we realize we are all just mirrors of each other in the circle of time? Soon, very soon- We’re coming around the bend of it now, hold on tight and-here: immortality Oh, you: immortal.
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Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
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And she looked at the man mostly named for a color He had a real name, of course, but the color was so much more true than that Names are just sounds, identified “Oh, you.” A smile, recognized Maybe she knew him from his own words or a long, dark wall filled with names from a war from before she was born or maybe it was more than that “Oh, you.” Homecoming Cliff jumping A Bildungsroman novel in 18 years Here it is, hear it coming? You have to listen closely, it’s in the whisper between two friends then and now When is it that we realize we are all just mirrors of each other in the circle of time? Soon, very soon- We’re coming around the bend of it now, hold on tight and-here: immortality Oh, you: immortal.
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Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
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