We spoke in ways the soul would bleed,
no second guess, no hidden need.
You knew my silence, I knew your tears,
we stitched our hearts across the years.
But time, that thief, with silent hands,
unwound the ropes of where we stand.
The words grew cold, the nights grew long,
and we forgot our favorite song.
We didn’t fight, we didn’t scream,
we...
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