Moon's tears on night's cheeks
Wiping away the days of the olde golden dawn
Now a loss of breath with tender hearts
Future planned; past crumbled
A kiss and hug with concerned face
"What is done, shall forever be" spoken so serene
The beating muscle seeks freedom, let it be
Eternal blackness and cresent light
Sweet coffee on silver clouds and dollared view
Illusion is me; reality, you.














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