the smile was plastered there
as she stood in her underwear.
he calls to her in the dark
and the words are but a spark
of what used to be.
but the sparks grow
into a fire-slow.
and it is full of the love
that we are all deserving of.
the space between
doled out from the Machine.
too dependent
all ascendent
some go now
others momentarily disallow
themselves to pass.
held in the lead glass.
but me, i am gone
into reincarnation
with you
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