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caroline Nov 2018
they found their solace in the ever changing breeze, always managing to touch the untouchable
i saw them born anew every morning with their confidant, the sun
never without the other
if one glistened, the other shined
heaven in between their clasped hands
but if one drowned, the other surely suffocated without their oxygen supplier
at their peak, invincible, indestructible
but after seeing them in a broken heap on the pavement, i know the truth
what a dangerous game, risk for great reward or tragic defeat
what'll it be, my friends? who will prevail?

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