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1997, She’s gone
On Sunday, August 31st, tragedy.
You came to our room, waking me.
"Diana is dead."
You said
Prince Charles is on his way to France.
Why are you giving me that sideways glance?
On Monday, September 1st, "Let's talk."
We're over. Love has walked
This is the end.
Let's just be friends.
In London, there's a one-minute silence.
Here, never-ending silent defiance.
...Saturday 3rd September 2022 3:18 pm
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