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A love such as ours is bittersweet;—
one moment we are at peace,
and then like that we dash one another
to the ground beneath the other's feet.
Is there no end? Is there no cease
in hurting and shredding the other?

I sometimes do often wonder
about us (the ebb and flow
of our long hours together
in deep conversations) and ponder
the meaning of it all: the no,
the yes, the why, and the whether.

Whether this joining of minds
of ours in bipolar nexus shall last,
no one but us can really say;—
what matters as the future unwinds
is that we put aside our doubts of the past
and as friends embrace a more certain day.


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