Disappearing, drifting away, growing apart.
Spoken as only someone like you would speak to someone new.
Hollow, desperate, break it through me as I melt through you.
Only then will you know what I feel.
Growing pains and flowing rains, at slow pace everything will look different from the other side of our welling eyes.
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