bonjour mon amie
even though, 'tain't even so,that you ain't no friend of mine,
due to some unlatched hitch,
or quirk or glitch,
in the matrix of space and time,
if not for such dynamics
our course would be conclusive,
but i guess holding-on and letting-go
ain't mutually exclusive,
and so it be,
twixt you and me,
an ebb and flow so convoluted,
we aren't one-in-the-same,
or two-of-a-kind,
but otherwise well-suited.
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