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Feb 2014
The ethereal beginning, an intimate relationship started to take shape
To convey feelings of deep affection, feelings sweeping one away
Time passes, and in the progression, the rose colored glasses turn to gray
a fissure became a fracture, and my hope in you suddenly snapped and contracted
and now there’s no hope left for me
marching to the drum beats in the parade of the lonely
so I’ll let my soul free
til death do us part, because I know he deadly loves me
ImaginariumEmporium
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