She never walks through that door,
No matter where it may be,
The depths of hell, to the
Precipice of heaven,
That person never resembles, the
Creation of the mind,
Even under the neon skies,
Those features are never lost,
Only disappointment reigns supreme,
Confidence disappears every time,
A slight glance reveals another,
Waiting for that message,
One that reveals everything but,
What you truly desire,
At the end of the day,
Its only a dream,
And where its best to stay.
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