Relative Something

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I am every mistake I’ve ever made
I am just what you make of me
our laughter is feeding energy to every single thing
what if we never heard the song that would become our favorite
would it change who we’ve become?
I can almost see far enough to understand
the lust lingering large in walls of sound
buried within the prose
if you are seeking access to my spending history
press one now
when we were swinging together
side by side in a previous life
I was the kid in somebody else’s drama
waiting for my bit part
to play out in the elegant design
saying those three old words
as if I’d always known

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