The heated discussion, too hot to handle,
Weakened the grip of the hand.
A slow release, we floated apart,
Rising above familiar land.
But as time went by, and the further we went,
It started getting harder to breathe.
And I think we both wished that we would both
Stop pretending we wanted the other to leave.
’twas like we were in outer space, our grip
On life and Earth released.
And then our hands joined back, and that was that,
The angry Gods were appeased.
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