aftermath

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…one day you'll see me
and you'll ask me, —
("is it you?"),
politely, I'll reply to you, —
("no... I'm not...")
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it'll be the weird aftermath
of being with you,
only in my dreams, using
the parade of feelings and
‧
one day I'll see you
and I will ask you, —
("where have you been?"),
and you'll reply to me politely, —
("nowhere but in your dream")

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