Day 14: Homophones, homographs, and homonyms

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The hour of “our” has expired,

I reluctantly close the windows , fold hands, now lacking fire,

Our love now nothing more than charred memories,

Amoral, immoral,  eternal wind circling in trees,

The duel our own duality,

I don’t blame you, I hope someday you can forgive me.



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