Asymptotic fall. It's like I'll Always
never see you again. Happenstance. And
I'm happy about it. Longing. The
part where I know I'll always see
you. Rigid. And we'll scrape our edges
against the other's. Lasting. Until we're
smooth with the touch of that everlasting
darkness we all find.
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
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