Bridges of existing

Bridges existed and one had better be there.
The beautiful bridge did exist and so did she.
A beautiful woman, her hair blown, her body
Turned nonexistent, but the mind continued
In sheaves of random prose , tattered verse .
These are bridges of existing, hers and mine.

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