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Us
US
08.10.1989
IN THE DWINDLING EVENING GLOW
MY THOUGHTS WILL WANDER EVER SO
AS TO THE MEANING OF US;
HOW I'VE SUFFERED YOU'LL NEVER KNOW:
CONCEIT SEVERS PASSION'S TRUSS…
WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW
WHILE SUNSET'S FLAMES OUR SKY ENDOW
WITH SCARLET SMEARS OF WARNING?
ARE YOU LONELY LIKE ME AND HOW
DO YOU COPE TILL THE MORNING?
MY HEART CRIES OUT IN PASSION,
MY SOUL'S DESIRES ARE LASHED ON
UNFOGETTABLE MEMORIES:
IMAGES IN THEIR OWN FASHION
SELF PRESENT AS PARODIES.
BRIGHT, OUR STAR WITH PARTNG WINKS
BENEATH COLD DEATH'S GREEN WATER SINKS
LEAVING ME BEREFT, ALONE;
TO SOMEONE ELSE IT NEW LIGHT BRINGS,
IN DARKNESS I TURN TO STONE.
FORESHADOWING OF DAWN LAYS
FOUNDATION FOR OTHER DAYS
IN PALE MOONLIGHT REFLECTED:
SO MUCH THERE IS I WISH TO SAY
ONCE OUR LOVE'S RESURRECTED.
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