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The bridge that separates us

Is the bond we share

Neither willing to yield

As doubt clouds the air.



As much as we try

The closeness we share

Often ends in discontent and

Irrevocable despair.



Remembering the times we laughed and cried

I often fall asleep asking myself why.



Hurt me you try with no avail

For I am a lion

Pride flowing free from mane to tail.

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