Getupgetupgetupgetup
hearithearithearithearit
fuckitfuckitfuckit
babybabybaby
each thing repeated
loses its mind
in order to live
without one
without a baby
without a memory
of every moment
first or last
today we just have glimmerings
what were you wearing
Vivace but then
you were the music
of my spheres.
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