4.21.2008

No Doubt

Nothing else, other, besides, instead. You are something else, clear, alternative. No one else but you, but me. No one other than you and me; just us, becoming us. No murky, blurring else between, no room for hedging, edges, nothing else. No one outside us.

You exist. You were meant to exist. No one could be better at existing than you. Nothing exists aside from you, No, I song. I sing you. I was meant to strip you down to essentials, undersong.

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