LXXXVI.

not fated the same
not slated for fame

i am yours
and you are mine.
as my hair falls out of this human head

from polanski to relativity,
over and over it's you and me.


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(the other night, you wouldn't believe)
(this dream i just had about you and me)
(i called you up, but we both agreed)
(it's for the best you didn't listen)