you... i know you yet i do not recognize.
i sense you yet i am numb.
i hate you.
i love you.
i am you.
you... are a familiar stranger.
a dreammate.
morning's birdsong.
the light of your eyes are fell.
the lies in your lips are truth.
truer than any passable reality.
your wounds are everfresh...
their stench, sweet and cloying.
clinging to my consciousness.
your smile that fools no one and everyone.
your smile that never quite reach your eyes...
then you break into a semblance of a laugh.
hollow and fading.
you are broken.
yet you endure.
i am you.
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