Haiku: never one possibly quiet real

(never)

the number of times
each moment comes again in
the rest of your life

(one)

how many true loves
we know will last forever
(on a given day)

(possibly)

a straw that we clutch
in one hand, when the other
finds itself empty

(quiet)

what we get, when we
realize that we have lost
everything else

(real)

our favorite word
to describe the quality
of a fantasy

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