We were drama at its best,

witty, facetious,  ironic,

conduct spiraling downward.

Like Taylor and Burton,

you were  the strongest

if not the most temperate

while I fortified my defenses 

behind walls of retreat.

We begged each others assurance,

how pathetic we were.

What made us think we were in control?


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