A piece of me, a part of you
buried deep, too far for you to reach
and hold, but one day,
in your arms. A day that won't arrive
as death, inflicted, intervenes and takes his chance.
A beautiful chance, but a chance to destroy.
A beautiful creation, hand in hand with destruction
to prevent us falling apart.
Forces an odd strain upon our hearts and,
our minds to tear between us.
Strange, something I never desired,
now desired,
when it should not be, and although desired,
unwanted.
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