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I am
grieving
you
for
the hundredth
time
today
sadness
is
sadness
is
sadness
seasons
change
with
socks
with
shirts
with
jeans
with
madness
I remember
everything
that happened
I remember
a shell
forming
on a back
when gasses
became
molecular
and
meaning
bound atoms
when life
crawled
onto land
and wings
born
flew.
when
cuneiform
scrawled
onto rock
resembled
your heart.
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