i'm that guy you like, ACHingly beautiful, and you scared me for you are a mirror, as ECHO, me acting in ignorance, such as there was a reverb over the line of our first conversations, i seemingly speaking to my own voice, repetitions like torturous infinity, and not even meaning to be sad. Your image memory kills a part of me, as you must've been a reaper, a sparrow faking human, a totality of creation i can't fake a belief for. love, |
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