Withering whimpers of summer prevail
After beaten down heartbreak
And reminiscences elapsed
The grasp
The clasp
The forgotten past
Nevertheless the sentiment still lasts
Each and all thought echo’s in their name
As I’m face to face with desperation
And desire these chains to unlock
Instead they choke
Provoke
Invidious obsessions blossom in the moment
But beaten down with harsh reality
The familiarity
With deceit, deception and pain
Love and lust are both perilous games
However past does not last
Memories do fade
Your face a forgotten blip
The connection a measly shoulder chip
Enter the unknown
Conscious of the future
Insentient to history
Check mate
This is the date
Which will determine a happy fate
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