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Oct 2019
Those words are for something else.
For someone else
Long ago.
But I suppose they work
For this
Too.

My words are for this.
For you
Right now.
But I suppose they work
For someone else
In another time.
If you want.

Because we always
Will miss each other.
Humanity.
We always just barely
Miss each other.
And that, my friend
Is okay.

Because our job
In this universe
Is to find each other
Again.
To see our faces
Smiling across
The cosmos.

And that’s when
The dazed feeling
Of ultimate joy
And relief comes in.
When we see
A dream
Come to life.

Finally.
6/4/19
Delia Grace
Written by
Delia Grace  19/F/Maine
(19/F/Maine)   
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     --- and Harley Hucof
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