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Oaths Broken By Time
Endlessly.... scribbling....
Of our illusion...
The tale myself mouths through tears....
The line that murders my psyche....
Is "Wait... we'll come across once more...once again"
The era's arrive aging thy skin.... to ossein...
For those loaned words...
Aim through my psyche....
It slaughters me.... it tortures me...
Now all the odes
I scribble of the devotion...
Are the dusted oaths that wind through...me...
They hath shimmer to become ashes....
Some live this vitality
Whilst others hath to survive...
Why? Hence we cannot die....
Now my hands are no longer for the embrace to be held....
Now my hands hold a bouquet with flowers....
For... thy.... gravestone.....
Just know myself under no circumstances abandoned thee....
For the time and distance abandoned both... of us
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D.E.T Sol
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