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FADING
My poetries are dark.
They are graveyard for so many desires.
Our memories are fading away.
Ironically, you never said goodbye!
those last words;
they kept ringing,
over and over again.
I couldn't get you off!
Endings are tragic.
It's our illusion of
immortal possibilities.
It forces me to think,
It'll be alright
"but it's not"!
because this was you FADING!
They are graveyard for so many desires.
Our memories are fading away.
Ironically, you never said goodbye!
those last words;
they kept ringing,
over and over again.
I couldn't get you off!
Endings are tragic.
It's our illusion of
immortal possibilities.
It forces me to think,
It'll be alright
"but it's not"!
because this was you FADING!
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