I'm not begging,
fear not,
what was become of you, I think, yet,
let me be your light,
when darkness upon your path,
whose trail with sadness I perceive,
who you deceived?
Warm hello, I wave hesitantly,
thus, it begins with bogus impression, deeply,
away, frenzy, mocking the veritable conviction,
you scorn me abominably,
empathy corrodes, you delineate me as scum,
lowly, derailed soul,
transcendent illusion, blithesome expression, I sobbed.
The sadness heals, scars as white hairs, it endures,
beauty passes, love endowed amorously with prevarication,
shall I rant my adulation interminably?
As we glacially ripened,
our soul reap ageless grace,
slowly we offer our conflicts,
onto the our quenching bed,
we yield at the surpassing age.
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