Weeks, months, years
Trusting, lusting
Learning, laughing
Helping, holding
Giving, forgiving
But Snow White never looks in her own mirror
Surely our love grew greater
than the hormones that fired us
Must our love grow smaller
than the hormones that tired us?
In a friendless world
How can such be wasted?
If this friendship must die
is nothing then sacred?
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