Anniversary of You

Murdered by the world
             again. Brought back by the world

again. I can’t seem to find
             where this desperation lies. Saying


it’s a shadow is too much, but
             I’ve taken in the highway and the


see-through reflection of my own
             face. It’s funny watching the people
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