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and the reach of your fingers-
Yellowing like the whites of your eyes-

my eyes.

A vision of paradise slipping
Away from our grasp-

It was obvious who was in charge.

It wasn't you,

It wasn't me.

I should have seen

That it was Us

Against It,

Shoving back at the wall

Flesh and nails and hair

Rotting at the seams

Unable to see we were in this together-
That it was

You and I
The separation between us

Just a reflection

of our failure

of the world we created

in my mind.
It was a group effort

and I wish it still could be.

Without you, I can't stand
myself or anyone else.

Thank you for keeping me alive-

I wish I could have returned

the favor.

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