Peripheral Bliss

on rainy days they met afar in peripheral bliss, but when those lonely eyes would lock in the briefest of standstill, they would always only know their lives were parallel, distilled in knee deep wish. the game they played, they fanned the flame until the smoke dismissed; and then one day, one went away, no look, no word, no kiss. the first lie and the last goodbye, immortal for the end of time.

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