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Feelings of abandonment before
The very thoughts of our words vanished 
From the equus of our being
The pronunciation of its existence 
Cemented in premeditations 
Of the consciousness of forgone illusions
Eclipsed only the by infatuation 
Of love's silhouette 
In the palms of betrayal 
Thirsting for a unquenchable desire
Hallowing rational insights
In spite of imminent harm
To fulfill spoken utterances of nobility 
Suffocating silently under self induced distress 

I heard it for months in the silence of an embrace 
Captured in the the warmest caress
Of words aimed at the soul
Laced with a poison the tempers the heart
Exfoliating the mind
As to intoxicate to the spirit
Reasoning with consciousness 
Convicted to a term not exceeding
Life without...
By sight without sound
All things remain debatable 
Yesterday is tomorrow
Even when holding hand with today
There for there is no optimism 
Just a wanting of what doesn't exist 
Yet instead of acknowledging 
We've suspended ourselves upon an essence
That will manifest
Strange fruit upon a familiar trees 

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