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Us

We are like unfinished poems plucked out of a spine unheard and distant, destined to be forgotten. I couldn't have asked you to stay. We are unsynchronized clocks echoing in an empty room waiting to be heard or rather waiting to beat the same rhythm.

Us

We are like unfinished poems plucked out of a spine unheard and distant, destined to be forgotten. I couldn't have asked you to stay. We...