the reason
you
don't stand beside me
is
nothing
(all i have to do
is sit
by myself
on a sidewalk in manhattan
reading shakespeare
and
suddenly
you
don't matter anymore)
to do
with who you are,
or
your disingenuous musings
on
sincerity.
they're my reasons, (since you
gave them up),
and
i can pretend
they're anything
i want...
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