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Thursday, June 30, 2011

Blueprints

I don't understand these mysterious double helices that bind me to you so inescapably. Smash me against a mirror and I don't even see myself. Blood pooling around our feet and we can't tell who is who, even under a microscope.

You asked me a question I ask you all the time in my head, and when you said it I thought it was me talking. I was wrenched from the universe and grafted into you.

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