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The end
Sorry...
Feel the crushing weight of it?
Beyond this, the wasted, fake, wasted.
The sensation of these, darkened moments,
Horizons at daybreak, our past is playing
Cords of silk, strung and strummed of note.
The price is living, cast out, caught up,
Knowing it was you... You blew it.
Images of you, played out each evening
Tastes of rotten misperception
Each scene you, suffer through to numbness
To hold this, my happiest of moments
Without being able to know it
Green leaves, cool breeze, lonely, weighted
See the end seems to be what I am considering
To be an essential moment,
