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i am staring out windows
and into spaces

i can only distinguish shapes

you are made up of circles
and oblongs

you are not going to die
we are never going to die

we will live forever
we will build houses with our bare hands
we will plant a vegetable garden

distinctly, i feel you near me
i know you will die soon

how will i ever be able to
exist in a space where your body isn't

i will have to learn
i will have to

take the weight that you once carried
and put it over my own two shoulders
like a backpack

i will travel the world
i will carry my loss with me

i will never let it touch the ground