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2d
Ophelia, my Ophelia,
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear,
Stroking my hair as I cry,
The rhythm in time with the running from my eyes.
She holds me and tells me that all is alright,
That I need not run,
That she has a home for me.
Ophelia, sweet Ophelia,
Leading me to the rooftop.
Your tears are like those stars, my darling
And by god she was right.
I can do anything,
with her by my side.
“Do not go my dear” I plead
She smiles.
I sob.
Ophelia… ophelia…
I stare at the edge,
Perhaps she’s on the other side,
waiting….
I step,
step,
step,
run,
fly.
Ophelia, Ophelia,
Who showed me the sky.
Who only comes with a moonshine haze.
I’m coming, love.
Ophelia is opioids
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