Yet knowing that such is always at odds
Contrary to logic, rhyme and reason
Spinning a web of conversation
In the hours of hearing a mirror
And often mirrors don't reflect entirety
She and I, like strangers glanced
Into the void of this fleeting time
At the end, we turned and walked away
For each, for each
And in some semblance of assurances
Thinking when we meet again
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