There was a spark.
You were this spark.
Then came the rain,
and I went numb.
Then came the sunshine -
was too late,
as I was washed away
with rain.
I found myself repeatedly
through you,
that being of the greatest value,
until was nothing left of me.
For that, I have to ask -
forgive me.
until
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