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And he stared for what seemed like centuries at her soft face
Those tender lips almost wanting to get kissed
Do you remember anything?
His mind drew conclusions of the days dream
But nothing would open him up more than laughing
Those nights filled with happiness easily destroyed him
Those blue eyes mirrored his perfect image of a woman
Those thoughts would never be attainable in the realm of living
For death was the only escape
Who are we now?
Older versions of our past self?
Escape the reality
And just stare without morality
Until she notices