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Bid me not farewell
when all won’t stay well,
irk me not to hate
but ink these tears on your heart.
I,
You
we’ll die
before the die is cast,
inure to pain
leaving hurts no more.
I died,
you lived
when our love on hate’s wing flew,
our heart never broke even
Time heals,
scars remain
scars imprinted with hot coal of word – goodbye
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