The events as they occurred,
Distinctions made between the clarity of vision when it doubled from a singleness of purpose into non-sequential blurs.
Tried to make it clearer through the chaos of the once more two way mirror,
Made the notion of my passing into error more an outcome of the time that we were subsequently merged.
My wrath gave way to awe.
Clamboring to stake a claim,
To all these shattered pieces of the broken glass i gave you when you told me that you need them all to scrape away the pain
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