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We never quite know another’s thoughts
imagine the world they reside,
everytime we get it wrong
projecting amongst our pride.
And so the story goes
as tilting planets collide
running to and fro
we remain with nothing left inside.
Mere memories made
we ponder together
sitting silent in our rocking chairs,
tears can never mend
the truest words we forbode and hide.

Poetry

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