What's left?
we have nothing,
only crumb of what was
and could not be.
What we have, we have the half
looks,
without knowing who we are,
or with whom we spoke.
What we have,
when everything is fought, and conquered
flag on the tower.
We still something?
if anything, is suffering
of what might have been,
no thanks, it already was.
placing the missing pieces ...
kisses and cuddles, Ross.
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