OO
Our lives are small circles, moving at their
own pace but continually turning, never coming to
a complete halt, but never touching. The circles are so close,
they are right next to each other, if the space were measured
in time it would be minutes, perhaps even seconds,
and if it were measured by distance, a mere street.
They overlapped each other once, then spun
slowly away, but not too far.
Infinitely.
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