I never told her, i love her. Not once.
I always thought our love was a love that spoke for itself,
As natural as the shovel
Whispering memories through the dirt.
Today I burry her with a mouthful of kisses that never reached her lips,
And a handful of love letters that never touched the corner of her heart.
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