Solid.

She stood there at the door.
Her eyes staring at the floor.
Her face was motionless, not a sound.
As I stare no love to be found.
We were together at one time.
Waiting for the sign,
That would never be there…

She walked over out the gate.
To finally see her own fate,
That would give her name.
Life was only a game.
Now that the scene has ended,
Her heart never to be mended.

We look at what we have done.
Only to see our destruction of one.
Life is hard, but still here.
One must live with fear.


She held her arms out, to hug to feel.
But sadly the world ended.


No deal.

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