It's true that they loved,
and more so, each other,
briefly; one of those
sickly loves which flickers,
then seems to grow -
and dies, like they
did, laying now in their
separate graves,
mouldering leaves
of yet another autumn gone
covering broken lives.
06.11.2021
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