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Through and True.
The struggle,
The reality,
The tears,
The smiles,
My tale,
Your tale,
Your life’s death,
My dead awakening.

The timed mémoires
of our moments with us.
The beaming clock of the
Awaited resurrection.

The words she spoke;
A happiness song,
Mooned the night of
The bleeding glory.

In memory of this moment’s cycle
The groupie love,
The faded red,
Met my Knight, my lord
On the borderline 19:25,
The beautiful deception of
The tripping sky.

Ditto.

To heart is to hold.

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