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You spun away from me with your tired ways.
Morose frosted silly rings and things.

You took me down.
Down and out.

And you celebrated your indictment juxtaposed with swinging ropes.
Like I sang a single moment in my life without you in it, drug ridden.

You wrote it down.

You and I were born out of crops of wheat,
And it was the flooding in Nebraska of 2011:
It was blown out of proportion,
It kept trailing on.
We were drowned,
You believed.
But me, being the me that I am,
I didn’t.
Then it was a pebble struggling to wash downstream,
And it was held back by the other pebbles.
And we were those several unfinished notebooks
At the end of each school year.
And we were fibers in a bed sheet,
And you always thought
We were never made up quite right.
But me, being the me that I am,
I will not.
And you continued to be the same.
And you continued to wash away the same.
You continued to hurt
and starve
and breathe
and drink
and decay the same.
And after a while, everyone said we were carbon copies of each other.
You said you thought that was stupid,
And you said you always will.
But me, being the me that I am,
I never will.

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