I remember
that it didn't happen.
I feel it
A glimpse of a smoother reality
refined by framed morality
Faces blurred
by pixels
Hurried through closed vision
Divergence of the stream
I can't see you
til the future.
If you're not direct
Where are you?
How are you real?
No expression, facing the wall
If you never seek me
You'll disappear.
Gone, just gone
I can't bear that.
Take a picture
Damn, no camera.
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