LoveLostEvery moment, every second.
A tragic tale for a tragic lie.
The bluntness of a fragile heart.
That beats beyond yonder.
A heartbeat, a stoned heart.
See what words won't measure.
Look beside the color green.
Carmine and Burgundy.
And so ends,
the end.
For it must die,
to return again...
or so she said.
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