Swings
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Sandra Feldman
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Strange,
How we communicate and don't,
We talk in riddles and rings,
Sincerity,
A fluctuating thing,
True friendship,
Does it really exists?
Or is it,
Like most everything
Just driven by interest,
Just another, temporary swing.
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