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The quality of beats per second perpetuated
in paint or words/snapshot of your mind's
overlay on the face form of your friend to the point
where the next second is gone before you say goodbye
yet same time recognizing a classic moment of "this
is it", not captured but branded by obviousness of
searing coincidence like when we all fell in love.
2 Comments:
The only way to get this poem is to read it while giggling coins in your pocket, or something.
Coffee helps.
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