when words get strung together like music

the existence of magic

our bond was built on rainbows
you listened to my soul
saw me like no other
we bridged through the unspoken

yet what’s ethereal often do not reside
in this world ruled by physics and form
the existence of magic hovers on the unproven
we are bound because we do not belong

our moments real for they do not last
prolonging them will make them pass
I forget you are here
in an attempt to remember us

one second it takes to feel
how infinitely our bond runs deep
an end it is not destined
a beginning to be set free

it can only exist based on the premise it doesn’t exist

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