Movements flow—hands fixed away
deep beyond each other's reach
Taking other directions from each other,
into solitude—afraid of love's commitment
not giving or appreciating the value
of the life we shared
Treasured moments, sold, lost, simply forgotten
before our surrender was made complete
Now, we search for death—only to find
Sad, Rejected, Wasted Energy.
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