The love I wrote of does not exist,
Save dreams and
memories that persist.
Of a different
time, a different place.
Of a different world, a different space.
An angel fallen, an image tarnished.
A heart broken,
of despair burnished.
Of words spoken
and locked away.
Of promises made and thrown away.
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