For A.M.M.
While you may sign,
"Your used to be,"
You is what you are to me.
What you is is where I am.
What you were is here within
the warm.
What you are is real to me.
What is to be is always
in the warm.
We ain't what we was
but what you is now
is warm.
There's no such thing
as memories.
Eternity is real.
Stay warm.
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