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I found a point between the A and B.
That’s where I made my strange discovery:
There are no starts, no ends, and that would mean
all that exists is simply in-between.

Now it’s getting cold and the snow replaces sand.
"I could make it up to you if you give me a week or two."
Promises don’t hold if they lack demand.
"Ride my bike out to the sea if you’ll stick around for me."

And all the tides will change,
and all the storms will rage,
and how their souls will ache
within this fragile space.

Since you left, I haven’t bothered you at all.

Things we’ll never know both protect and drive us mad.
"I can skate on ice so thin but you’re too cold for me to swim."
Who’s to say it’s wrong if it’s never had?
"They say saltwater never quite freezes, but I think you might."

And all the tides will change,
and all the storms will rage,
and how their souls will ache
within this fragile space.

All the lines are down.
Telegraphing.

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