A random hi,
A chance meet,
A face,
No longer just part of the crowd.
A week,
A moment,
A blink,
Of an wary eye.
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friends,
family,
passersby.
time changes,
life moves,
feelings shift,
we remain.
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Whether a few moments, or the span of a decade,
the definition remains tumultuously friends.
Time can't rip those bonds,
life can't separate those brought together.
Like intricate clockwork, faces upon the gears,
each one vital, each one making something else go.
Our paths might separate, our memories might fade,
but our inner workings have assimilated the individual.
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