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Sep 2020
Often I fear the ocean here
between us has dried up to sand
and left us aching, our thoughts unclearβ€”
lonely drifters in an endless land.

Knowing too much to ever leave
...somehow, not enough to stay,
I try and try but never unweave
this tapestry faded to gray.
an ode to fading friendships
Written by
egghead  22/F
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