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By not*about*you Date: 2007 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.09.16.05.28633]] |
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in every moment i am certain that my love is not an act in a play, a cosmic wonderland, my love is not a word in a book, historical false truth. i exist with a particular love unique by far to all others never measured by highs and lows surviving without an identity formless nameless colorless. our love was always there before we met as *strangers* and after we left in and out of doors and rooms on the streets in a bloom awkward and cold. the potential is still here in a bundle of energy evolving and tricking tragedy reincarnating reappearing realizing without our intention or desire. this word we call love has never been mine to own - foolishly i put a label on something unexplainable. if you have not survived if i have not survived this *love* moves on i can feel it around me in and out of moments and seconds hiding between the silence and the code. |