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03.02.18

dedicated to those who fell out of love

Our love was a promise,

It was meant to be broken

It was a beautiful flower,

But the petals were falling

An endless hourglass,

But the time was still ticking

A storybook,

But the pages were turning

Our chains were unbreakable,

But slowly it was rusting

A nightmare and a fantasy

But like dreams, they'll be forgotten