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Time has become stagnant and froze,
The limbs, ache and are sore,
The heart, it breaks for days.
It dies and crumbles under its own weight.
The fingers can’t type like they used to,
And the eyes are dry.
The mind feels stale like the harshest piece of bitter
chocolate.
But the body still flows,
In a place away,
In a place where she can be herself.
Far, far, gone,
Far, far, gone.
And the heart is aching on
Longing for the very day!
And it cries,
And it won’t give up anymore.
Breathing like wine,
Temptation is a kind thing,
And it’s sweet
And it won’t…
It won’t break the deepest motion.
Surely, it’s seen.
Ignore.
You ignore the ways,
The ways in which I have moved into this…
The way, in which I have moved onto this.
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