I thought we met halfway -
but the echoes of the antagonism
crashing, pierces and bursts
the accumulation of hopes
solidified into a pretensiousness
lived for the happiness of others.
The enormosity of fully energized
forces repelled by the others'
un-complementary ways is the
dynamic explosion, which at 160km/hour
springs back at a speed
greater than it took to arrive.
Parallelism cease to exist,
it's comprehension manipulated
by the modernist and pragmatic repenter
to result into a deformity of the path
supposedly perfected
by a give and take approach.
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