i think the sun is shining, finds its way, seeps between. the weight, impression, you're still here, but i wonder where i'll be, if i'll fit. we'll look at each other; have we outgrown what the sun can't reach, incandescent a shadow cast, feigning, fading? will we find what we've lost, or will the names be changed? i wonder where i'll be, fit, seep
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