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Side by Side

walking the brink. i rest on the surface like a film. my life is a film. side by side lovers never touching. you told me to do that with myself. you told me to do that with love. still i follow you. my entire life is now that relation. side by side.

it repeats to infinity. the actors change the script remains the same. in each thing you do, infinite repetitions like a quantum 

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