Days have been a dream
to see, stand and laugh by her
to walk and confess
like past
Her tune is heard
When I lower my eyes
My soul cries and cries
Dares of tears
to bear and hear twisted lies
promise to keep
where just drawn
Tokens ripped
pictures split
The truth is
drugs of her love,
rooted in tissue, muscles and bones
how shall I dare to erase
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