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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