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Fine! You be the sun, I’ll be the flowers

Better still, I’ll be the moon, you be the tides

We’ll pretend we don’t affect each other

That distance makes it all better

That this silence means we don’t care

That our solitude is not a myth

That this lingering longing is my imagination

That this magic we seek just a delusion

That the universe is really fragmented

By the cracks in our soul and the wounds in our hearts