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Do Not Pour Oil on Water

I am water. I flow freely and take the form of anything that tries to shape me. I seep through little cracks and holes and go as far as the currents take me. He is oil. And although he can take any form he wants, he is closed off from anything outside his element. Water cannot permeate through him. But through anything else, water can.

And so, maybe this is how we are. We live amiably, side by side. We touch but never intertwine.

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