Logically, we are supposed to be together.
Everything we are together
is magic.
We both see it, and
we both deny it.
We extend our
heartstrings elsewhere.
What we have is so
clearly hung above us;
It is so magnificently
written in the stars.
Oh, what have we done?
What will we become?
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