End
The Way He Saw It
the world had changed
the life we knew had gone
the love we had deranged
The Way I Knew It
the fragmented pieces
the shattered glass
the way a life ceases
The World Saw It
as one more way
as one more death
as one last bouquet
i used to be loved
we used to be loved
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