Leaving was just one
Of those days.
Our planned obsolescence
Had arrived.
While consuming each
Other thoroughly,
The hunger for intimacy
Was never satiated.
All that remained were
Graveyard blackbirds
Pecking at the frozen
Snow-covered ground.
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