From the inner recesses a wail bemoans
The expiry of a bond
Sweet flowers fadeintoreveriesfast
Wedging the rift deeper till death does us apart.
Can I not mourn?Can I not celebrate the coming of age?
Fluttering ego bound in a cage.
Love is just another four letter word
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