the everything you were to me
has ceased to linger
but the numbers hold in mind
apart from their accompanying qualitative data
so here you are young in that piecemeal frame
I fail to polish but regard before moving ahead
to remember that the law of averages
can be splintered into templates
one can worship until fatigue sets in when words
my father said come back to fit with mindset
I've absorbed from him advising me
that loyalty's prerequisite to reciprocity
into templates, my first love, the everything you are,
that piecemeal frame I fail to polish, but the birthday
of my first love, the everything you are, you are to fit
with the mindset I've absorbed, so here, you were reciprocity,
whispered into templates, one can be splintered into templates,
one can be the splintered celebration of everything
in the numbers that hold in mind, apart from him, advising me
of that piecemeal frame I fail to move ahead
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