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The stars receded into the background, 

The clouds rolled over,

Words receded into oblivion,

As eyes brimmed over.

She said the same thing over and over again,

Till her very existence constricted to it,

For what she was and is and will always be,

Counted for naught in the face of what she might be.

Pleading words turned into cruel words,

And cutting words turned pleading,

For he thought of how he felt,

And she thought of how he felt,

But nobody thought of her.