From adore………., , to abhor
Our relationship, ablā tus
My love lies snuffed, as wilted phlox
Phoneme, does not your soft lips make
What has become of us
Trust thee still, thine will I vex
Silhouetted…., silent…., my heart does break
As the sea, touches the shore……. no more
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