The Death of Our Impassioned Days

The Death of Our Impassioned Days

Friendship
Falters and fades
With ease

By the gradual
Withering
Of time

As exhaustion
Drains
Our impassioned days

Until all comfort
Is stretched
Too far and thin

And withdraw
Is bound
To each
Of our sullen forms

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