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Too much Virtual
I wonder if this would have been better, had our meeting not lasted longer Us parting as lovers of a brief hint in time Wild and intense with a sudden breath and death Described in Shakespearan plays Not a day more, not a day less, just a perfect 11 Where we knew, just enough about each other Not a bit more, not a bit less To walk away as leisurely as the way we sauntered in With a hint of mystery clinging in the air Like the leftover smoke of a clove flavoured cigarette Having shared with each other a bunch of eclectic memories and someday lists But never holding on to them or remembering them fondly Not even to say, "I once talked to someone who..." We wouldnt dare to bring it up because it was barely there As the mist that lingers after sunrise Us being so unsure about it "You knew who? Did you?" Did I really?
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