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I owe you a poem or more
This is not it

poetry
few words
the space in between them
filled with imagination and feelings

seems like adornment
but it's stripping away
being sincere

Letting ourselves be
along with everything
beautiful
as it is

I love you
like I love anarchy

useless to it
far from it
suffering from obsession

to thrive is to wilt
a life cycle

living for it
coming nearer
a careless release

in mutual embrace with
our constitutive defiance