same old whiny metaphorical poetry.
We were electric.
Currents flowing through industrial wires
Causing enough sparks to light up this entire mediocre city.
So obviously,
There had to be a short circuit.
We could never have drifted quietly, our discord was a cacophony to behold.
You are
missing
from
me
But am I
Missing
from
You?
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