Thoughts on my poem, again?

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penguin

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i think it's
amazing how
one frame can
hold within it
so many
meanings,
memories(your image).
you are still.
not moving.
then, i look into
your eyes, and
not even you
blink. this is
how i live.
listening to what
your image has
to say(more than you
ever said to me when
you had me).
what it
has to play, pause
and replay(our past).
and when i look
into your eyes,
i see your image(life)
bleeding inside.
scabbing your outside.
trying to escape that
frame and kill me
for not feeling the same.
so i said it. i told you.
the past cut
your future in two.
half of it is where
i'm at(it's hanging on my
bedroom wall) refusing
to leave me, to die.
and, the other half is
trying to be One.
with me.
but this is you and
a
can't Be.
and it won't.
 
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