if all my poems were backwards
and I met you at the wrong time
could I just reverse everything to make it right?

can we undo the knots that keep us apart
or do we do what Alexander did with his
Gordian quandary

How can you stand there and tell me your
truth and do nothing about it

I have nowhere left to leave to
bombs ripped apart my favorite galactic hideout

This time I will face what you face

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