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'as we go our separate ways'
always creates this visual in my noggin of a shadow outline of a person walking down a cold grey sidewalk next to whooshing tires in rain with the paper tear or maybe the sound of a quick zipper lopping the two down the middle droplets of white and clear reflecting the now different bits moving not in opposite directions but the opposite of opposite and one by one by one by one try to be as close to each other as they can managing the distance between and the craggles and cuts as softly and as full of pain as possible.
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