The heat of a sultry summers day

and the news wasn’t good,

you were going away.

Vow’s made by the lovers brook

are just trickling memories

of a love that you took.

A heart that once was full of life

is now but an empty shell

on the edge of a knife.

A vignette, closing in on a world,

as into the deep dark abyss

my mind was hurled.

Dreams and g...

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