written fragments of soul

thoughts crowded into lines of ink

do i misinterpret

or glean the necessities,

mirroring truth

or cherry-picking it?

no one knows me better than myself

right now

at one point

you knew me better than the stars

we rediscovered that

only to whisk away

prisoner to time space circumstance

and choice

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