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Mar 2018
the love making slows
the relationship no longer grows
for no reason you feel low
the little things start to show
barely saying hello
communicating in morse code
to often they are a no show
stuck on the metro
there is no afterglow
time is borrowed
you constantly explode
not taking the high road
loosing what was bestowed
you just know
there are whispers
everyone is talking about what they saw
leaving the details raw
you withdraw
see nothing but the flaws
your no longer in awe
you just know
it is time to
Mark Tilford
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Mark Tilford  Louisville ky
(Louisville ky)   
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