I planted a seed,
something decayed grew.
Amidst moss and fungi
I thought of you.
Dead from the beginning
we always knew
that the past followed us
and split us in two.
Separate.
Yet, desperate-
we made it work.
Who knew something toxic
could last that long?
Who knew our love,
could grow when everything was wrong?
Something I wrote on the way to work. How have you guys been?
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