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I pushed and pushed A scream that echoed to the depths of the ocean hand in my partner’s hand I felt a slither schloop and something warm...

Has every human thought  Been already written  Drawn and painted Made and discarded?  Do we need another meticulously worded Juxtaposed...

I crossed the bridge Hoping to find the other half. Instead, only strange faces staring back With gestures and voices I didn't recognize Stuck halfway on the bridge here and there, not belonging anywhere. They say bridge people can only cross under the guise of a well dressed cowboy. A smooth talker A fast walker and all around hard worker. If you're in a hurry Or craving company, You might pass us, people like me part conman, part dreamer, part home Have some tea Grab some c