plastic melts
like sugared air
and time conforms
to nothing
songs persist
through voices shared
with context
ever shifting
if only
you could walk beside me
on these planes
of swallowed hope
placid seas
would then return us
sadly
this will never be
Max, or Not 
Another sad one– hauntingly beautiful “if only/you could walk beside me/on these planes/of swallowed hope/placid seas/would then return us/
sadly/this will never be”
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Beautiful.
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Perfect.
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Brilliant little poem
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