intriguing.
i'll watch you all day long because you are interesting.
you are real, tangible, like
the bark on this tree, or like
me.
what you are not, however,
is any sort of organic matter
other than human.
so i suppose that watching
the leaves floating and rustling
may be more important than watching you.
compelling.
i can't move away. i can't stop thinking
of
a time when you and i were
real
together.
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