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depth over distance

Time is just but stitches of moments; 

patches of memories, 

woven and weaved in a fashionable pattern,


Tiny dots, we are, on the infinite line of each thread,

warp and weft,

but in the end nothing else will matter,


Only that the memories were worth living for, 

the moments cherished,

and you can die in an Elysian peace,


Depth over distance, my love, 

live in the moment, and-

this can put your mind at ease

 


 



  




 

 

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