stop signs
are all shouting
the same thing
at me
: my will heeds no warning.
i had a head-on collision
with your reflection
: i listened
to the suggestions
whispered
by my shadow
: without you
my memories
are worthless
a card borrowed from my past
but played
this time
from the other side
: what is there to be said?
and
if i knew
how i could i possibly say it all?
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