Opposite composite,
sitting shelf across fom shelf,
plenty of space between,
but push the walls together,
no space do we need.
Fit tight, made right,
passion for life,
dissolving strife,
and the light makes strides
wide in squinted eyes.
Yet when starred ceiling peels,
and in our rained in shelter,
we each are seperate peers,
silent after the space appears,
and with fear not knowing how one feels.
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