I believed your deep words and deeper heart
The soft looks that stoked that most primal passion
You spoke like centuries
Disarmed my sentries
A story encased in archaic amber
That I was slowly starting to remember
But lost it was unto the ages and rages of the modern
Outmoded, outlandish and ultimately outfoxed
But the box I keep of memories
Still holds that pulled thread
From when we first met
Yet no needle that could repair it and
I am left with only what unravelling begets
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