aftermath

…one day you'll see me

and you'll ask me, —

("is it you?"),

politely, I'll reply to you, —

("no... I'm not...")

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it'll be the weird aftermath

of being with you,

only in my dreams, using

the parade of feelings and

cryptic parody of life's satire

as the creed of its games

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one day I'll see you

and I will ask you, —

("where have you been?"),

and you'll reply to me politely, —

("nowhere but in your dream")