from a jar
a jar filled with random words
and random topics
on which to poetify.
this much is known,
that i drew out a slip
on it was writ'n
"this much is known"
it is known that without you
i am myself
but with you
i feel safe
it is known that without you
i am independent
but with you
i am comfortable
it is known that i wouldn't have been
with those friends the other night
but without you
i was, and i was smiling too.
this much is known
i still sometimes miss you.
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