m o v e o n

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We speak through poetry,
And we move too slow.
Our secret, it's burdened me,
For too long. It's time to go.
I'm sorry, but I'm slipping.
Say something if you wish.
One word that's been missing,
Two hearts thrown in a ditch.
It's about time to move on,
Maybe you already did.
Maybe, you're long gone.
Perhaps, I'll get rid
Of this image of you.
Maybe one day our paths will
cross again, if our fate is true.
Upon the last envelope sealed,
No truth will be revealed.

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