Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

on bright summer days, when you'd draw
the world through your eyes
into shapes i'll no longer see
late through the night, when i'd write
of countless regrets into reprise
words you'll now never hear

we both use lines, sharp, heavy,
rough like your hand in mine
or the football forgotten on the field
soft as the kiss we snuck under the bleachers
trying to draw it out long but we're
always cut short
by oceans of ice and time and teachers

but lines all come to an end.
unless you take the edges
and make them bend
into a loop where you and i
can meet again
on bright summer days

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