i am now looking for those feet
that face, that personality
but instead I find
other women, other bodies
another possibility
i sense you are going through
something,
the past
not present
the past that became the present
i receive the recycled version
the refined, polished,
the conclusion-
no process or dirt, just what's at the exhibit-
..
i don't hold it against you
we are simply
passing each other-
you are a snapshot on the wall
that isn't really there
you tell me to remember
remember
remember
I don't know what that means
I am standing
no longer in a trance
trying to feel, trying to understand
-30 aout 2013
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