I never said I would
ever write a poem
about us
writing about love
can’t have been
about us
those poems I never wrote
and never will write
about us
are like the tears
we’ve never shed
as they weren’t
about us
The day was torn and grim birds yet began to sing as if they knew nothing’s eternal and old gives way to new that man, one day, will fall ...
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