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Her name was Castries:

You broke her heart.

Killing, stealing, pistol-whipping, drug dealing,

You were divided, misguided.

Doing to much but never enough

Leaving just to return.

The points highlighted aren't the ones that burn.

Can't be without you, yet haven't found a way to be one with you.

No airspace or waterbody

Could suffice.

Yet you turn your wonderland into a wasteland.

Commiseration is commemorated with desecration.

Claiming investigation like there need be any more authenticating.

CSVH