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Viola Jun 2011
I write the story with the inevitable ending.
You wont catch me pretending I am immortal.
I do not think death is a mystical portal.
I live each day like life will eventually fade away.
I find happiness is fleeting.
If you try to attain it, it can feel quite defeating.
Bonds that are made can always be broken
those that are not are quite the token.
The things you regret you will someday forget.
The things you cherish may someday perish.
These are truths I can not deny.
They give me comfort as each day passes by.
Viola Mar 2011
A dream come true is what you are.
A fulfilled wish made upon a star.
You are everything I had been hoping for
what I thought was just silly old folk lore.
An idea to imagine yet never obtain
A day dream to induldge in and quickly refrain.
Now I know you are all too real.
The perfect euphoria I can see hear and feel.

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