a quick flash of lightning,
a sky devoid of rain.
your words leave words unsaid,
your silence speaks volumes.
ah! but the haunted memory
of drunken passion careening,
eating up reason and correctness,
till it ate our very souls.
i still love you...
but we dont talk of such.
yet somewhere in the shadows,
the wolf still howls within you!
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