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Our love is history

Know Love Lost

Surrendered love

I feel like Lee

At Appomattox

You Grant

History’s Reign

To cleanse soiled souls

From misplaced steps

On un-kept floors

And blood-stained blades of grass

But you can’t

Relieve pains

Of unforgotten roles

Or escape regrets

Rightfully yours

Constantly pass

As wet sands do

Through an hourglass

To have is to fear losing

To hope

Is happiness

Isn’t that what you were after

Before

The cost of mine

Became the price of yours

Who is to say

Love never won any wars

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