the more time progressed, the less of myself believed in
love's myth, edging closer to the acceptance that it no longer exists.
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
myth
the more time progressed, the less of myself believed in
love's myth, edging closer to the acceptance that it no longer exists.