Fortunate beginning unfortunate woes. A relationship that ebbed but never flowed. Circling troubles are all we found. Promising moments led to wasted time. The hurt and the sorrow of love lost. The crime in the memories of a past gone bad. Your love I could never claim to have had.
Wrote this last night. Go interrupted by thought of another scribble. This is one I plan to refine and add to potentially.
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