Romantic
30/10/2025
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rosegoldNovice Poet
Ring (part 3)
It was really childish. We talked and fought over stuff that didn't matter. When it was us, the tables blurred. We made it into our own little world. People already pictured us vowing to stay together. Now the ring is sold to the highest bidder . My friends say how you didn't care, How could you leave us in search of something better? The ring burns on someone else's finger. As a promise of their lives together.
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