There is no thing between two people.
See,
There are always terraces, tiers and
degrees.
Things grow wider, stage by stage,
Spread and rise and fall like waves.
Grow new friendships, hobbies and
habits,
A network. At the end, only one can
have it.
Beginnings are ponds, are placid. They
ripple.
Endings explode. They spread, tear and
cripple.
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