As if , one night we’ll meet again
to sort ,to build, to curse;
as if, it’ll be the same
all over again!
The darkness returns every night;
the same bystanders
the same cravings
the same obsessions
yet drifted faraway
we battle hard, the two of us
to tear apart the bending claws:
biting our lonely ecstasies.
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In d shadows stands out a shape
A widow of love stands away in a cape
Regret n hope perfectly blend
Bout hearts dat need a mend
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