As days, and weeks,
turn to months,
you try to win me back.
These days,
I wonder,
why'd you slack!
And still,
my shields,
have not yet fade.
My doubts,
of you,
are in cascades.
What promises,
you have made to me,
you blow unto the wind.
Did you hear the door to our friendship?
It creaked as it closed.
Don't bother to open it back up or to oil the hinge.
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