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A Great Divide
They fought, and fought, and fought...
The walls, even, were with tension held...
And all the trinkets and all the adornments they'd once bought
now seem out of place...
One, above the entry door,
Reads: "All because two people fell in love,"
As the man calls the woman a whore
and they no longer even try save face...
The days, in painful length, pass by
As the rift grows inexorably wider,
As the light fades in their eyes...
and the memories of before you can't help but chase....
Now one's gone and it's true,
It's finally over; finally through-
But writ on their bathroom mirror
in smeared, crimson lipstick are the shaky words;
"I still love you."
