Crosshairs of Time
At times we fuss and fight.
Yet, you always endure my spite.
Regardless of the plight.
You remain steadfast at my right.
You loved me so fiercely I burned,
But there was no where to store our urn
In light of this recent spurn,
I’ve given up on my turn
Perhaps time will tell.
Yet, I still wish you all the well
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