Milk being lapped up by the tongue of a cat
Colored so black, midnight shied away
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Structure built so firm and strict
All it did was remind which corners not to cut
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Gone. Gone forever now.
Simply gone because it was never mine in the first place.
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Reoccurring dreams or nightmares
Either so much more powerful than the last
For the dreams are my haunted realities
My nightmares, a sweet slumber's embrace
The sweat of a beaten boar fighting off dogs
Grasping hands for fallen lovers near pools
Could I find no better way to describe my loves?