Holding hands through dimensions of time, trying to
grasp friendship which has surpassed this world.
Folding in upon many memories of love and caring,
the universe opens, awaiting the freedom of death
to measure itself and calm it's hurting.
Reaching across myriads of excuses, realizing whether
or not it was meant to be, it is reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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