Poem: Hey.
Hey.
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Hey, how can I know nothing about you
Yet at the same time know everything.
Perhaps, this is the apex of our time,
So everything from here on in will be less
Than this sum of all our parts and needs.
I think I had this picture of perfection
And the face I saw was yours,
But since I saw you at the subway stop
Where all my needs suddenly coalesced,
I am afraid that the possibilities of love
Will prove to be more eternal than the reality.
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