They speak of
epic love, but
rarely about the
magnitude of
the loss.
The by-effect a
crash and burn
that pales the
memory of there
ever having been
an 'us'.
It didn't work
out, but it's all
for the better;
think I saw a
flicker in the
midst of it all.
Think we would've
ended up in ruins.
- E.A
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Bits and pieces
PoetryJust a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years.
