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Maeror

when all the words    
left us both      
abandoned,    
exhaled on a rush    
of stale breath      
we’d been holding    
for far too long,      
what was left      
of you and of me -    
of we?    
     
the secret you wore        
to appease the Moon    
with pancakes,    
was the best kind    
of memory,    
belonging to no one else;    
but we held secret after secret    
until we felt like nothing but    
a locked away vault    
full of whispers      
and gentle subterfuge    
     
I was determined      
to hold you      
in the rubble of one life,    
trying to build another      
     
as (my) luck would have it,    
my way was worse    
than the highway    
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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Written for the Misloved Competition
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