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Aug 2016
Our love is bankrupt.
Insolvent.
Broke of any feelings.
Once where gains was made?
Has now floated into the river of no return.

Once where beneficial means meant depth.
Has now became a failed endeavor of no joy.

Love, what happen to us?
Our love is bankrupt.
Was, there ever love?
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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