Fitting End
Bitter-sweet is me,
As I traverse the cavity,
That is my broken heart,
Observing part by part,
The landscape that is divided,
Affection that is ill-provided,
Yet, survive I do within the mist,
Though lacking the love of her kiss,
Continue down the broken line,
Trying not to commit the crime,
Of life and death within the bend,
When you hope that all will end.
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