there will be no changes
the weapons of
survival remain the same
same morning
same nighttime
same faces adore your
space
same words trickle
from the ceiling
same eyes waking up
same moons below your eyelids
if you cannot take all these
monotonous landscapes
and sonorous sounds of
sameness all about us
there can be a little change
like temporary departures
for possible
comparisons
you leave and then you
may come back
tell me if there is a need
for change
tell me if i really have to
love another and then
forget
you forget us
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