Treasured days ago
measured up in hurt.
Mess of lies, loves flies,
never alright forever.
Break the spell,
make the way,
shade the eyes
from all that shines
trying to gain attention.
Failed attempts to resist
ended up in tragedy.
Secret memories of past
enchantments when the
fever burned hot and fast
destroying all that was
until nothing was left
but a withered old man
and his memories.
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