Dreaming of LOVE \ DEATH Romantic,
Making it close, virtual.
Making it real, authentic.
Making it come, perpetual.
Easing ambitions, purposes,
Setting aside goals,
Stripping it of courtesies,
Facing it as a whole.
Only it's friendly hand to guide you
In the maze of stupid tears,
When it's time for abiding,
When it's time to come near
You,
My Dear.
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