i felt your eye pressed up to the glass of my life
and i questioned the way i moved.
it was a spring of aimless walking
and aimless driving
and aimlessness in general.

and in spring i will always hear you telling me
how sad it makes you
the spring
to see everything so pure
so clean
only to be dirtied up
by a dirty world
full of dirty people
of whom
you considered yourself
a part

and i
considered
you
a
friend
but
i
guess

not

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