You could say that I felt it,
Love I suppose
Perhaps I just felt
To get you out of your clothes
And now we are here
Eerily close
With nothing redeeming
Nothing that shows
Only traces of hope
It's reminents close
This end that we've buried
Ten feet below
But we leave here with this
God only knows
It may not have been love
But It was enough for us both
.K SG C.
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