Drifting Away

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One person's longing can never ultimately triumph over time.

The things we once cared about so deeply have long since faded mercilessly into transparent colors, concealing joys and sorrows that may or may not matter, yet somehow never freeing us from the absurdity within.

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In the dawn that later came, still touched by faint light, I remembered the figures of those two boys.

And what of the chasm that even time could not cross?

They drifted away like butterflies disappearing among the flowers.