In Your Fragile Memories

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I do not wish to be immortal —
Eternal loneliness
Rather than dancing
The dance of decay.
As long as my ephemeral existence
Finds home in your laughter,
In our shared drop of tear,
In our fleeting glance
That may never cross again,
In your fragile memories…
As long as I can be
In your Here,
And in your Now,
I can live happy.

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