We were never on the same page
A few words, few exclamations
Few lines we had together
We were distanced by miles and miles
Between the four ends of the paper
In the middle of which we drew a heart sometimes
My ashes have merged with the soil
After two years of
sticking around here and there,
Every single dust of my remnants has vanished from your sight
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