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The journeys end
like a sidewalks path
The flowing water falling
sharply down broken glass
The way two lovers speak
each word tumbles past
A reminder
That even when the die is cast
The moment fades
The endless thoughts
get off parade
That you were there
That I was too
That for a lifetime
Or maybe just a dot
Things were
How they could be.
not. how they were. not
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