2 in the mourning
of all they lost.
this bed isn't fond of caressing anymore,
these pillows don't kiss me like they used to,
this duvet won't hug you ever again.
under the sheets, no love.
he asked her:
do you think we'll be in love forever?
she said yes,
she is used to fail.
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