To dream of the same night upon night an unfulfilled promise a loose end fit to be tied like a noose around the neck but the spell...it wears off and the dreams subside... cured with precious time a calmness at last becomes emptiness at best then nostalgia for nightmares of something new longing for their return with a vengeance they do but for a moment...alas! happiness. and the cold heart it takes the gold heart... it breaks! see the bright colors that fade and the ones who stay in the cycle that spins, relentless
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Bright Colors That Fade by Brandon Adamson