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batting lashes over blue eyes, blushing cheeks to frame a shy smile/ don't look away from the crushing ache in your chest, meet its eye instead/ i could not have dared you to get this deep inside me, you had to be invited./ in between apologies and and half truths, denials and borrowed voices, in the middle of all that chaos/ you found me, waiting. reminiscing. you are in the folds of echoes, because chronology is fiction, the emptiness of our words said with someone else's diction/ to comfort and remind us we lead lives of strung together Little Deaths and big ones. / your mind and mine have been concocting stories, from wayward frequencies so finely tuned and nicely timed/ that's how i know i've kept the promise i made the afternoon i met you in that coffee shop, soft pink lips twisted in an idyllic grin over an open book i couldn't see the title of but knew i wanted to read/ you have me butterflies so i waited outside to see if you'd follow me/ and when you did i looked up at your face, backlit by the dying sun that shines on all crumbling empires/ when i realized i already knew you, i thought only in hyperbole:/ for better or worse, be it blessing or curse, either as the zenith of the many great minds you've loved or in the wasted hours of ironic infamy/ from here on in you will always, always remember me.