The edge dulled
Too many battles
That last conversation
Proved fatal
The end bypassed
By some strange
Twist of fate
We had a moment
That no longer relates
And I dive
In to this hopelessness
Hoping it concludes
Never mind
It doesn’t matter
It’s past
It’s gone
But not as gone
As I am
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