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Ages past, the words that caused the rift
still, today, so far apart they drift.
As time recedes, old memories fade
bitterness remains their raw charade.
New slights imagined, old stories told
so, in icy cold, they both grow old.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2025
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