Things We Keep From The Light.

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Love. Amor. Amore.
One word, that slipped from my lips.
But only your hands on my hips
Was enough to let it.

Love.
Turned into Hatred. Odio. Détester.
Slipped easier from my lips than thought.
Time. Time is all that you bought
Us by staying
A walking disaster.

A matter of minutes till you tear
Your hands away from my hips
And see the tear catching on my lips.
A tear that has meant a year.

Of pain
Heartbreak
Fights
Regain
Of consciousness
To see the fake.

It was all it would take.
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