My,
Memory clouded ache barely lucid half contemporary murdered dreams sees you anymore, Passing breathless laps before my eyes as a stained imaginary glass woven ghost! Talked myself off the ledge of unforgiving forgetfulness... A darkening harbinger tale day, once again growing shadow inside a melancholy depression intoxicated mind.
In lieu of our participation in,
Acknowledging defeat... Too early!
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