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Dec 2018
When it happens the mind starts to ponder,

It's not space that makes the heart grow fonder,

But the distance in your lives and not being able to hold them any longer.

So often souls touch for a fleeting moment,

Before they're made the bonds are destined to be broken,

Clueless to what went wrong; what does one do for atonement?
Written by
Ben Tol  21/M/London
(21/M/London)   
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