A dreamy journey
To the land, Of no hurts
Just the way it is
For the
Bees and the birds
It was just
Short lived romance
No, I don't hold
Any grievance
Paperback heroes
Are not for real
Should have known better
Before facing
The surreal.
So once again
I hide my pain
Alone forever
Life has preordained.
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