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my fingers grasp a picture in my galleryit belongs to my futureher face is blurryskin translucenta touch unknownbones that dont fit her face A family of apparitionsthey’re all i’d havei imagine her presencein every place i haven’t visitedin the words, i dont remembera language of ghosts with no grammarsomewhere in that placewith ghosts i have yet to embracei’m inlove with themwith hermy hands relaxedchasing something small and stupida laugh unravelling in my throatthe kind of laugh that doesn’t get silencedin every picture of me and my wifemy face contortsinto an expression unknowna smileglowingand i’m him againin this existence, i smile at the pointlessmy hands open, reachingi trust without reasonsuspicion ceases to existin this futurei wasn’t just a boyi was your boy

and i am him again

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