Contaminated with hard love labour
Aged with sacrifices long lived
A love song I for one would cater
-Awakens a flee. Burdens- the next big theme
Fantasies-Goods long shipped.
Run along fading feelings- never tested emotions tasted and left
Standing shocked as victims-
Forever our hearts will grace chemistry that has now fled
Memories- Happiness of you and me, corpses-
A love it could have been
-Tha Usual!
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