What we couldn't manage
What could repair the damage, Of a love both tender and savage? Two extremes we couldn't manage An ironic episode that became an adage Confusing incompatible with above average. It was meant to be a brief encounter, why? How could ours have been just a passing by, Was there not enough passion in our sigh? Was there not enough love for us to try? Was there not enough melancholy in our cry? A cruel game: Finding our flame. Ending in shame.
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