Love withers when ties fall out,
A lonely pattern, and lust without.
A spoken memory; the distant past,
Of life and love and longing vast.
Studdering visions of faithful doubt,
Life falls down and bottoms out.
Pity turns to somber smiles,
And the journey lasts for miles and miles.
Glassy eyes begin to fade;
All thats left, is a sickening shade.
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