Unspoken thoughts,
even between us,
perhaps
because
unneeded.
Unbroken promises,
cannot deceive us,
un made,
un said,
un-heeded.
All lost,
we lovers
cry sad and deep,
at moments
quite alone,
for dreams we've dreamt,
while soft asleep,
of love,
unjoined,
unknown.
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