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triztessa Feb 2018
Your love
my love
never meeting
again
too late
out of rhythm
just two beings
syncopated
we are running
in alternate
missing our chance
and a beating
finally past
the discordant
he fell silent
resting
this time
on my eyelid
we hide tonight–
the universe
allows this
end

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