Not one knows
victory better
than the one defeated
Not one sees
the absurdity of love
than the one requited
Parting ways
calling it done
ending it all
once and for all
and once again
to be sure
Life were as if
some door
coming unhinged
opening, closing
just one way
and not the other
Where do the embers
go to douse
themselves
when the arsonist
sheds tears
on the flames?
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