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The need to describe how I see you, this is the why in the how.

The ocean, my left behinds, that island. All my differences, all my lives. The dessert, my hopes, my emptiness. All my reasons, all my lessons. The rift, all set against time. And its relations. Its shift is our greatest momentum, lost. These times, set in mediocrity, Lost in this bliss. The past, and our reasoning for repetition. That urgency to question then reason, then vanquish. Where shall they see me? FOR WE ARE I! AND I AM No. ONE!