*Now i don't usually write poetry but recent events rendered it imperative to actually express myself with the gift of rhyme (its degree of occurrence is highly questionable though).
Our hands touched
Yet I fail to recognize them that had once felt my skin
Arms brushed and
Certainty spoke that's where I wanted to be for eternity
Had life been explainable
You'd be its definition
Had chaos been a friend,
You'd be its foe
Lost love is still love
Whether rekindled or perished forever more
:)
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