Although I no longer feel the push and pull of you
I am lucky to love you
There is a shortage of good days
The more impossible, the more beautiful they are
I have never known any so beautiful as you
Somehow I am over you though
It took me a long time to decide whether to write you
There is something strange in your absence and your refusal
to reply
It makes no difference to me
The future is one unchanging color of night
You are the future the frame of everything
You turned away from the camera
I never loved you
I have always loved you
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