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End of Rope

We are holding a rope,

From it’s ends,

Which is long enough,

To go all over the moon and back,

And it would still be some more to catch,

The shooting star around the earth’s orbit.

This is how far we are,

And I’m not even sure,

If the other person is still holding to it,

Or I’m the only tying knots on my end,

To shorten it somehow.

 
 
 

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