Poetry: It’s Strange

As usual, I make no claims that this is even remotely decent. This is for experimentation purposes only, but advice is always welcome.

One day we will see each other,
Not whatever it is we’ve been doing.

Our “relationship” is strange.
Unknowable just ten years ago.

These days it’s everywhere,
And we’d be strange without it.

What’s strange is how things change.
Will this be strange again?

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