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In my head, I play a supercut of us / All the magic we gave off / All the love we had and lost / And in my head / The visions never stop / These ribbons wrap me up / But when I reach for you, there's just a supercut
SUPERCUT
("Persephone Writes a Poem" by Karese Burrows,Vivienne Westwood, "A Primer for the Small Weird Loves" by Richard Siken)
She closes her eyes. He probably won't come back, she thinks. Or he will, differently. What they have now they can never have back again. But for her, the pain of loneliness will be nothing to the pain that she used to feel, of being unworthy. He brought her goodness like a gift and now it belongs to her. Meanwhile, his life opens out before him in all directions at once. They've done a lot of good for each other. Really, she thinks, really. People can really change one another. "You should go," she says. "I'll always be here. You know that."
