Arguing and silence.
Endless wars in our head,
don't seem to end.
Hate those days.
War inside heads.
Beginning and end,
forever friend.
Standing there by the creek,
we looked.
Moments treasured.
Understand this world is no great land,
Messier in numbers by the day.
The end is not near.
For here we sit,
hot by the rock bed.
Sunbeam, on my black pants.
Still never forget.
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