The time to act
is before the demise
No effort at revival
will bear fruit
after

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Closure


Image: Magpie Tales

A bond
long decayed
into rotting
bondage.
A festering
discontent
oozing putrid,
like pus.
A door
banged shut,
feelings
hard ice.
Sometimes
revival
is a curse,
effort futile.
Sometimes
let perish,
find hope
in inevitable,
sweet demise.

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For Three Word Wednesday and Magpie Tales

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