The red string of fate
the nonexistent ties
the late starry nights
overlapping into days
golden sparks with hazel flecks
brightens the stormy greys
the skies cleared up
fading into pastel sunsets
of bright pink and purple hues
It's a small, small world, after all
I've been right here, so have you.
Perhaps, I'll know you in another life
at this moment, you seem stranger
I wonder...
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