Through dubious days, diluted nights,
and dismal dreams we drew,
ourselves into relationship;
demanded something new.
In tangled trips of heart and mind,
the minutes strangled hope,
tied with frayed, impending need;
crippled inner growth.
Until at last a voice was heard,
yours or maybe mine:
'I shouldn't be here,' rang the words;
the end was soon defined.
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