Born aimless
Hail turmail
So potent, yet perfect
There's no pain when the rains come & the deluge washed away
our future
A lost space where the days rot & the years go astray
The same
No regrets, no, no regrets
Until we reach an end
& if you contest then you'll be the next
& the flames will roar again
Sad strangers - indifferent. Limp vessels - once vibrant
It's all true - I knew from your eyes it wasn't you
anymore
Until we reach an end

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