all the selves i was...
seem to have come together
on that one occasion
when you walked past me
in a crowded street.
what did it take you
to conjure those saturated selves
into a whole?
i'm not even sure,
if you remember
playing the conjurer.
conjurer of dreams,
aches,
longings
and a whole
that is us.
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