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Small White Box
He knew then,
that it was the end.
That he had lost her as a lover,
as a friend.
You promised me. She said.
Digging her nails into his arm,
until it bled.
Unflinching, he just stared ahead.
You said you'd look after her. She said.
I hate you.
Still staring ahead.
Tight lipped.
He watched as they carried the small white box,
to its grave.
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