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When these green eyes cry

Another dream dies.

For every tear,

A life disintegrates.

I am the keeper,

Taker of harsh resonance.

Seeing into your

Thoughts

Heart

Soul.

Haunting are your “memory ghosts”

That reside.

Vicious and demanding

They can be

So that you can’t see me,

Seeing you,

Loving you.

Oh how I would DIE for you.

But love is cruel,

And takes so much.

These green eyes just cry…..

Dreams die and lives disintegrate.