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How did we end up here
Broken, bruised laying on the floor
Another night, another 10 rounds
Who knew forever ended tonight,
The slamming of doors, the shattering of glass
What love was here, gone at last.
Remnants of the people we were
We’re minds and souls that no longer fit,
We’re circle pieces not made for square holes
A love like ours really broke the mold
Yet here we are; you in your car, me in our bed
When the sun comes up and the anger clears
We will feast our eyes upon the battle, sift among the ashes
Lay claim to what is ours in the wreckage
Salvage what dignity there is left before separating
Prepare ourselves for the next war
Sacred Venus 
This is a really well-written piece, Candice. The way you’ve used words to express the ideas is fascinating, the way you’ve used metaphors to depict emotions spellbinding.
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Thank you. I wrote a piece called “so they say” you might enjoy that one as well. As always thanks for reading and commenting.
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