How many times can I run through my mind,

Rhyming words to intertwine at the seams?

We may never see again what it seems,

Cannot purposely re-lose, reuse—I refuse

—What I find.

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Is this really what's left behind?

One key and a collection of a body I've only seen,

I've disposed of those, I hope you know,

But I can't deny what a beautiful scene,

You used to be.

.

Although I can't hold you,

Could never hold you,

I will hold you at arm's length,

I need distance to regain strength,

I will not be weak.

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June swallowed our tongues,

But the war was won,

Or so it seemed.

We're falling apart at the seams.

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How many times can I run through my mind,

Thinking of everything, everyone I've left behind?

I will never see again what it seemed,

Will not purposely re-lose, reuse—I refuse

—What I find.