even though i know it is long in coming, i think of our last meeting. i waver between wanting it to be one of reconcile or of final revenge.
our last communal breath, will it offer a whisper or a wail.
i still miss a part of you and wonder if you miss a part of me.
A delightfully dark blend of the facts and the fictions of what is left of a life in flux.
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