Does it scare you, this love that might have been and perhaps even was?
This past we shared before and cherish now, the pain of the things we made and lost?
The time that which has lapsed, it has paled the shade of black our white became. And when we meet again, I'm sure, our hearts will mend and fuse again. It will be whole again for us to break.
Does it scare you, the word of worlds, a love?
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