Things that exist sometimes
Are their own thing. Sometimes
They’re only each other,
Sometimes they’re nothing but
Each other, and sometimes
They know this. They’re aware
They’re other, sometimes, things
That exist. These things call
Out to each other, call
Themselves something like us,
Like words that mean roughly
Human, things that exist.
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