Being humans wasn’t working out for us.
One black, other white.
Hence, every night,
Hidden from the spiteful world,
We would sit side-by-side,
Fingers entwined,
Watching the stars together,
Waiting for one to fall.
Wishing the universe
Would stop trying
To pull us apart.
Until a star did fall.
Now, forever,
Hidden from the spiteful world,
We sit side-by-side,
Fingers entwined,
Watching the stars together,
One black, other white…
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