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He loved her.
She was his drug: the
kind he’d daily snort
on and crave for more.

She loved him.
But never got sure
whether he was
THE one she wanted.

One fine day
it withered:
love, and their
definitions of it.

They trampled it
with their egos and
assumptions. And then
there was no they anymore.

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