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May 2014
his words sliced through her chest
as the unforeseen, he confessed
"i’m sorry, but know that i did try my best"

was walking away from the test
what he called his best?
was kissing her goodbye
what he called a try?

her words pierced through his heart
each and every letter tore him apart
"no, please, let’s have a fresh start"

was pleading her unrivaled way
to replace the part that’d gone gray?
was to go on a rerun
get his double-crossing undone?
Austine
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