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Fate's Curse

I weep for the loss of the warmth. for the joy once more unfettered and hopeless bound by loves chains empty arms, shattered hope is the remains. Forgotten the kiss of unknown flames inside the craving and a denying the will of complete to be seeing and not touching I weep at loving and not living. I weep for the breathing not sharing for the holding not loving, I weep for what fate has delivered its gift so cruel. In the joy of day when the dance were not the steps of love? You look at me now with those eyes that always seemed to know serious in a hush to let me know that fate can be fought and the distance sought in the dreams of reality. Those deep dark eyes no stare empty and in a gaze a fixed stare one of scare and you know that fate has played its card and parting will be made bittersweet hard. Fate's gift is always the cruelest Still I will weep for the remains of the curse when the cruelest part came to set us apart.

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