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 Illicit

summer withers like a

long lost love, faded long

to memory, yet kept alive

by dreams warmth, and

her lingering smile, that

dances in the shadows

of moonlit nights, as vows

sacrificed to the dark, cry

dawns waning goodbye,

and in our tears, mingle

with the innocence of

morning’s dew, and the

haunting of forevers promise,

whispered in passionate

embrace, heard only by

the silence of stars, and

the sadness of the moon.