There were angry moments
when no kind word was said,
love unspoken;
no embrace tendered.
We cry bitter tears
making and un-making vows,
plotting our escape.
Till we find no peace;
till we take no prisoners;
till we break apart.
And nothing is ever
the same again; nothing is
ever
quite the same.
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