So you had to look,
so you had a peep.
Words, stillborn
on my tongue
Bite with bitter venom
from the pages.
Animosity, anger
like a frenetic pendulum,
swings wildly to and fro.
Fragments of sweet memories,
slivers of happiness,
shards of care,
broken, strewn around,
sad reminders of
the damage being done.
Yet, headlong we rush,
oblivious of the inevitable
and ultimate demise! !
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