don’t know how we intersected. don’t know if it’ll happen again. while all things are ephemeral and blow away, like electrons, once engaged, forever entangled. no love is wasted.

don’t know how we intersected.

don’t know if it’ll happen again.

while all things are ephemeral and blow away,

like electrons, once engaged, forever entangled.

no love is wasted.

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