A beautiful disaster,
A tragic opportunity,
An epic failure
A communicative void.
An anxious reply,
A turn of the screw,
An undefined silence.
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Maybe we'll meet, maybe we'll chat, maybe we'll have tea. Or this time it'll be coffee, it'll be a text, it'll be unplanned. Again we attempt, again we see each other, again we drink. The cycle changes, the pieces morph, but the process remains. It's more a question of what's created than what we do as it all falls together.
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