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Suffices to say it is over, She never imagined it different. He found a way to discover, How to act like an infant. Regardless of the reason, No matter what’s the cost, Indifferent of her morn, It is all late and lost. Unobtainable recovery, Futility of history, Based of the party’s memory, Here, there is no story. In her tormented soul, And her unclear mind She would have a goal, If she knew with whom to side. The trouble with mental distances Is hardness to get passed. She can’t fly into his graces, He can’t earn her trust. Connecting thoughts and emotions Is difficult and bitter-sweet. The union of two notions, Takes place on Heart Street. They can be similar or not, Contradict or agree, Reach the same conclusion, Or from semantics flee. Such encounters, when closed, Have a certain substance in them When emotions are exposed, Beings are on Love’s realm.