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We were in love

we used to fight

now we pretend that we’re alright

 

We used to stare

we used to talk

we’d sometimes cry

along the way

we weren’t so brave

feelings fall asleep

then more dreams die

at least we kept our faces dry

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About memoirpoet

I've been faking it as a writer for more than 30 years. Keep that low.
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