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Overshadowed
I didn't think the circuit would break.
I thought we’d survive the storm.
The tempest overshadowed our words.
Our need to communicate roughly transformed.
Explosive bright flashes of white light,
Seen through a veil of distrust,
Only as harmful, we saw ourselves
Now we have neither love nor hate to bind us.
Your need to control me was wrong.
It’s time to change the design.
My need to rely on you misguided.
The timing of this outbreak so much more than fine.
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