Love Lostillusion of progress
the passage of time
dull thud in my heart
my need is my crime
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embellished by tears
worn pictures without frames
my refuge of memories
untarnished by fears.
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a chapter left unending
a breath forever inhaled
flowers eternally blooming
my crime forever tending.
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move on my head implores
slam shut the doors of yore
set free the mighty prisoner
from every thought and every pore.
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but to set it free would be to me
heartbreak, not once but twice,
so in my thoughts, my heart, my blood
I will cherish this torturous vice.
Barb (Pippastrelle)