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smoky lips rise the dead.
Him, stealing a promised kiss,
flerting with the cloaked God.
Grabs me by the hand and together,
open a door to memories old . 
Golden age of minds untouched
by the wind of change .
Hearts kept in the cage.

Under that sun,my friend, we flowered.
Drunk poison from eachothers mouth.
Till moon rised, freezing our hearts.
Now, praying sunlight to bring us back,
shine over the cracks of time.
life would be one lonely ride,
if you are not by my side .