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| cassiopeia
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03.22.09 / 9:36 pm
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you and i did not have an end,
we simply adapt on and and on ad infinitum;
we reproduce where no one can see.but we both see that we are never meant,
like promises to long lost loves
on the other end of a drunken telephone,
some old stories long done, long told. we both know cassiopeia, or knew her, well,
and still point her out to each other
whenever we are one.
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