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Remind me please, I kindly plead.
Pure breath of fabricated, artificial, fictitious whispers.
Forged mystical beauty, simply a fradulent immitation of another.
Ambrosial memories linger past your deck at hand.
Volitale palindromes make me feel ill.
This is what you get, when you forget to thank oxygen.
Carry me in a carosuel, drip your sanguine fluids at my feet.
Your grey hair has grown so long since I've been gone.
I found your name across the chapel doors, what a riteous suffer for a fallen land.
All that's left is wax, and an apple core.
Your lovers angel kissed your palm, and sent you off to bed.
In a concrete store, at the end of the street is where you reside, screaming neon words.
Loud as the traffic in your fallen land. Have you been here before?
and your words washed ashore.
Seems like your playin' this game right.