as i told you before
and i will tell you again
and again
lest you forget
what i was is not
what i am
and what we did
is not what i am
going to do
to you
what you remember
as a nice memory
need not be mine at all
my world is always new
to me
and nothing is the same
as always
what you are
i may not remember
as i have this
phenomenon of
going and flowing and
fluxing
even if
as time needs it
like
a fire
fly
at night
phosphorescent
the way
i want it
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