A candle sick old flame?
Have we burnt the same?
Sliver Fish and fleas a rot,
Termites to my name.
Were you and I maimed?
Pallid thoughts and turtle doves--
They drive me insane.
Was the connection deranged?
Dropped lines, and variations a delight,
Love-- It's not the same.
Excitement belittled,
Candle at it's peak.
And now, speak--
Have we lost the flame?
Have I gone insane?
Have you and I came to an end?
Even though, I though it just began...
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Mindless Echoes
I'll do what I want, when I want, and how I want to do it. And you... You'll read it.
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