Amiable friends, wistfully lusting from one
Nothing-doing! the place he knows well
Neatly settled in the middle of the mind
A sweet sight when they are close
Black rain falls, at once split apart
Like an atom when she is near
Over the din of clashing words
Verve is the new trend
Even in his wretched mind
Opening the old pink scars
Like a war wound not yet healed
Living at the end of the universe
Is not for the faith of love
Exit the dark meadow
Time will heal the broken soul
In the lightning the once struck true
Reveals now only hollow dreams
Terse lips and curvy hips
Apex of what they once had
Destroyed in a supernova of
the crystalline mind
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