I thought maybe it was love lost and mourned for though that never quite rang true. I thought it was respect, the lacking thing your actions spoke to me. But no... That was too constant in its little ways for this sudden grief. The death I grieve is not of love which never was... nor of sparse... Sign in to see full entry.
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