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Dec 2012
This is not how things were supposed to be.

It started so simply,
quite earnestly,
so honestly.

This is not what I planned for us.

It came very swiftly,
so silently,
quite lethally.

We never stood a chance.

If words were money,
we'd be rich.

I'd buy us a future.

If promises were heavy,
we'd never fly.

I know we will never fly.
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   MariΓ¨ve D
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