Beyond the hurt lies the hurt Of a belief that lies shattered; A trust and a judgement exposed To reveal a reality drained and vacuous.

How vast lies the chasm Separating experiences of body and mind; Creating strangers where friends And lovers did once reside.

Oh for the succour of easy transit, Of crossing out and crossing over; Remembering little and forgetting What remains of precious memory.

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