will we live again?
i don’t know
i said
but there is some reason to think so
he waited
it’s just that sometimes when i love someone
i get a feeling that i am them
i just haven’t been them yet
i have seen myself in clouds and trees
and, i know, i am not them right now
so, it seems, perhaps i have already been
and do you love me?
we asked
and we don’t know
and will know
we will know
eventually
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