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    Remains

    How are we so distant now. My friend now a shadow, figment and memory. How is it there is a coldness about u toward me. No time, no listening, no love. How is it that those same eyes and those two hands which held mine for years no longer come close to me this way.

    So sad yet in my heart so deep love rings true and remains so close between shadows and death. Between light and happiness of life which becomes liquified by anger and tears.

    Where has the passion gone we once knew when a future life was all we lived in, hoped for and wanted . That picturesque portrait now dashes to pieces and left as remains.

    What is there. Who have we become. Divorce defined.
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