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Breakdown

You found me scraping in vain;
I had no shovel; no trough;
You lent me your ideas.

we found solstice in the sun,
in our complimented standards
in our unilateral constants.

I wanted the stars no longer,
I longed for the heavens with no passion
Your halo cushioned my quests.
I loved you.

perhaps our findings were exaggerated.
Perhaps the soil was stale, the gold foolish.
We were unsure of our sanction.
But we pressed on.



You wanted something else.

You found passion elsewhere.

Your sun shifted in its orbit.

You dug new holes, in different soil.










Why was I not enough? ! I would have given you the world!
My heart, my soul, my life was YOURS.
But you left me.
Why did you have to go?

Why?

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