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Jun 2023
Perhaps we may never meet again
or we will live next to each other
run into each other at the store
or live across the globe

Life always became messy and strange with us
on circumstances that never should have existed
yet there we were
enjoying what never should have happened

Maybe our time is done
or we're on a pause right now
but while you're away
playing house with another

I can reread stories we shared
moments that are mine to keep
Sensations I relived
to remind myself they happened
and that it was real

It black ink
our love never dies
and you never leave
but instead stay




like you promised you would
Writing of the Unknown
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