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I LOVE YOU

I love you

So much

I’m beside myself

That’s the other me

Beside me

Passing into dust

Against the side

Of the beautiful girl

Coming to decide

I’m a beautiful woman

And maybe

I like myself I don’t

Like myself

Besides us

Passing into dust

Against the side

Of the we

We’re separated into

Something breezelike

Without guarantees

But whatever you are

That I feel home

And no getting away

From it or with anything

Without you

Everything’s everything

And me

(I can’t really

Speak for you)

Nothing in particular

No place, neither