III. EPIPHANY

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Ever wondered why our love failed?
You were too quick, sneaky like a лиса —  fox.
I was more docile like a ягненок — lamb.
I wish I knew what made our love fail and break, I wish I knew the originality of its brittleness.
I wish I understood your signals when you fell out of love.
I wish that perhaps— perhaps I could've stayed longer to fully understand you.
And as you packed your things in that frosty night, I remember your beautiful eyes carrying a look; a look I had never envisioned. And that's when I realized that you've fallen for someone else.

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