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.
The only way to get this poem is to read it while giggling coins in your pocket, or something.
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