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Dec 3
You once told me
That we're bound to
Be star-crossed lovers
Ill-fated by the Norns
Doomed to fail from
The very start

And so we remain
Perfectly unfinished
A bittersweet loose end
Beautifully haunting the
Back of my mind to
The end of my days
Not a sad poem... just a tough one. The very last.
Peter Garrett
Written by
Peter Garrett  31/M/Mariupol
(31/M/Mariupol)   
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