With us it’s never really over, there’s always this bond.
There was never closure, so many things left unsaid
but we know if we meet again the history would
repeat itself. 4 walls, one bed, you and I and all of
those things would still be unsaid.
Thoughtfully well written
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Luna, one of my favorite poets. . .
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Beautiful. Thank you 😎
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Thank you!
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Superb,short and beautiful
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