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I moved you to the archive didn't want to see your name didn't want to see what I'd written you last like i was begging i was begging beggar all i asked: do the thing end it, if it is over let me know. instead keeping me on the line with this better correspondence all new, all improved, better than shampoo better than bread, better than honey, better than Shang Yu dancers better than the city of buildings going up and up i look every day for your message waiting for disappointment waiting for a flicker in the ash i looked at that last picture and wondered who took that picture of you, the one with the bike why were you online at 2:39 out at the bar? you said you were sad you said you missed me the you of now is not that you that's an evil thing you know