Within every meeting are sown seeds of parting.
Hi echoes goodbye.
Rot follows ivy as  
hobbled humanity (yes, us) flees time
although accidents happen with every eccentric tick
of a clock have hope,
you’ll cry,
but eventually you’ll be happy.

 

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