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*old time garbage for a new-age dumpster fire*

So if we must part, beloved,
let us part in peace…
And as we part
my love, the end is yet to be
because when all is done, why speak of vengeance?
We bear no bitterness or even pain
and as we part…  we part not at all.
because we lived
the memories past, and what has passed could never die.
we go on cradling one another together eye to eye.
nurturing the unconditional love that leads with the brightest blazing fire.

20 May 18

(define the words in this poem)

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