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Love's twisted requiem,

played with fingers on my skin,

haunting me with dreams,

of a love long dead,

a ghost of a memory,

buried deep in my head.



That faded fortune,

of hearts and trust,

lingers faintly,

with eyes shut,

to close out the things we must,

love's whispers of forever,

hushed,

by a bitter gaze,

and shallow wants.