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May 20
Your fingers used to linger,
Our once-fired souls now reduced to timber,
Twisted in a web of lies—
A thousand centuries of whys
Could have redesigned all the wrongs,
But the destruction’s been too far gone.
Forced to live this life apart,
No solution yielded but to depart.
But forgiving you was my greatest art.
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