Brief Encounters
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Brief encounters recur in time.
Two incongruent worlds collide:
Mine into yours; and yours into mine.
Fragile lives exposed & scrutinized.
Eternity's blood red rose opens
Petal by petal. And it oozes
With the bitter scent of betrayal.
It radiates for all the losers.
O what has become of the seeds;
We nonchalantly tried, in vain, to sow?
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