i wonder where she's gone. the beat feels like its my heart amplified into these speakers -- there is less romance when you've seen someone's face next to yours, but i'd rather that a person be next to me than sustain, floating in a jelly mold, idealism. the thought is vague and the remaining bits of illusory connection (connexion for you upon whose bed i'd like to sit again) wilt in sadness for it. i won't stop loving you but determine not to focus my line of sight to where you are not and rather to where you will be one day.

so long.

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