Keeping my eyes wet with pain
Kissing me, pleading that you’re missing me
When all we were ever shaping up to be
Was a bygone era, an un-won game
Now in the bottom of my lingerie drawer
Yellowed love-letters tied together with strings
Sealed with kisses, stained with both our tears
Sprinkled with dead petals of roses you sent me
A monument to failure
A shrine to our extinction
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