strangers
We are mere strangers
I don't know you
from Adam
nor from Eve
And if an abyss persists
in whatever exists
along a dormant, distant dimension
Its presence resides
within the confides
of a secreted, private pretension.
No gregariously guarded
plausible pauses,
no previous, prepared predilection
Just a listlessly nimble nonchalance
caught casually in quite suspension.
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