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Someday, soon
I suppose if we broke it down
there’s simply a part of you
that reminds me of me
I’d apologise for this
in a visceral display
of awkward Englishness
if I thought it would matter
a single solitary shit
but sometimes there’s weight
to your emptiness, and I know—
I’ve felt it, written it out
tattooed it on my forearms
where I keep all my best scars
so we talk for a while,
shoot the shit about everything
and nothing at all
write poems that connect oceans
and I dream that you’ll be
a better person behind a screen
than the one who stays too long
in one complicated place.
Never forget, love
there’s a world out there
with your name on her chest
she’s made of skin and memories
as real as the lines on your face
as real, and untold
to the infinite.
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