2026/02/25?
Wrote this at night, falling asleep.
Wrote this as a dream came to me.
Wrote this while I cried,
Wrote this and forgot it.
A Knock on the Door
A knock sounds, at my door.
I open it, and gasp.
Who is she, with no mask?
Who is she?
“I am you,” she says happily.
“Who you will become,” continues Lily.
I stand breathless, then begin sobbing.
I don’t stop for hours, and she’s at my side.
I just can’t believe it, but can all at once.
She is me, I am she.
I can become her.
I will.
This makes me joyous,
Beyond compare.
In this very moment,
More joy than sum-life.
More joy than ever.
For she is me,
And I am she.
- Lily~
Edited by Through The Living Girl

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