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Eventually [A Poem]

I miss the way we used to be
when i was safe within your arms
when we could reach the stars.
Your warm embrase sheilding me from pain
you would hold me tight and never let me go
promised you would never leave
You broke your promise.
At least we have the memories
of what once was
and hopefully
what will be,
eventually.

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