Stuff

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Everyone I’ve loved
Is made of
65% water.

I never learned to swim.

So I sink.

Slowly.

I ran into a glass door today.
I ran into people.
Both hurt
The same
Exact
Way.

I read a study
That people are made
Of stardust.

Of big-bang aftermath.

This seems
Overwhelmimg
And a little
Under-romantic.

But you
Are made
Of the sea
And the sky.

And I
Am made
Of the same
Space and water
Stuff.

In this infinity
We find
Our impermanence.

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