Pictures where taken
And memories were captured
Only to lose them
In some emotional eruption
Time spent arguing
Can never be regained
enough of pointing fingers
and the throwing of blame
Don't ask for spaces
Never give breaks
An irreversible rift
There requests will make
A common ground
You both must find
To salvage what's left
Of God's sent kind.
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