The saddest story never told,
Of a lover lost,
The trail gone cold.
Of prized possessions,
Once bought, now sold.
Of a woman once frail,
now bold.
Of secrets once kept,
now told.
Too high the cost.
Play the hand or fold.
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The silence of one,
makes guilt of two.
A deal made in haste ,
with no follow through.
His body floats deep,
in the water so blue.
With no one to blame,
not a single clue.
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