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Day in, day out

Sometimes there's not much at the end of the day

Empty hellos, rushed good-byes

Later to be filled with the scent of wine

A penny for my thoughts?

Get in line.

Empty eyes, fade to lies

In a wake of fear that follows close behind.

Despite wicked words and wicked ways

I still believe in the illusion of romance.

Blind me, encapture me, fill me

Until neither of us can hardly bear it

And once we've reached the pinnacle of it all...

Don't stop.

Not until we've thrown ourselves out of this reality

As we delve into fantasy.