we saw eye-to-eye, with one hand over the other, pretending to be all-knowing, when the only thing certain was our love for each other, everything was still possible, plausible even, oddly with a closet full of skeletons that we sat on the front porch for Halloween, they wore our dirty laundry and we thought it hilarious, I miss you like most comets miss Earth, I would probably disintegrate in your atmosphere anyways, to that I say End of Days ... 
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