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the flute overrides the violin
seamlessly
dovetailed to each other
for eternity
only to tell a story-
of two butterflies
that orbit around another,
in love's saddened daze,
for they are too close
yet so far away.
// Tears spiralling in his eyes, he looks at Eddy to ask him a question. In his heart, he's already certain of the answer; an answer that has gone through the four seasons, and many occasions of wear and tear; but nevertheless, he wants to ask for old time's sake.
"Are we brothers?"
Brett's tears slip from Eddy's eyes, and the latter's smiling as he takes his hand.
"Till the day we die."