It is by two points,
Which defines the exact measurement
of how far and near you are.
Where every movement counts.
The gap in between
Bridges the two worlds we have.
Spinning at the same time;
Not in the same manner.
I started to question,
As to when the gap
Would probably be gone.
Where two points will be as one.
No more numbers on both hands.
Just mine with yours,
Together in our own world.
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A Ludicrous World
PoetryA Collection of Poetry written by Kyle Patrick De Guzman It is a world filled with absurdity where only a few could understand and take. It is all real or could just be a mere possibility - for some. "Nothing is absurd as long as it is real and plau...
