we sat and wondered at the cycles in our lives again,she wondered why the story took the same turns,no matter which the face was.i echoed it in my head,and then it was clear,it was something till yet unlearnt in ourselves we were searching for. i scoured for the answer in the spirit of the other,and maybe was wrong in doing so.the search must be just within.
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i knew this at one time long ago.i'd forgotten again.
damn.





in the meantime i will laugh.just like i used to.