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the rain falls hard and the puddles rise deep
your interest in me is faltering steep
I try to make the difference by splitting it in two
but my heart hasn't the strength mentally due
the energy sails quickly down the floodways
your pace keeps steady throughout the days
twilight brings the notions so freely back
and now you fit in so well without your tact
the sounds are clouding the crimson air
our kinship dwindles to not even there
I reach for answers to fill in the thoughts
till the day that my contentment is finally sought
adriatic fortunes told so frugal and bold
our manic sessions were initially told
twilight keeps time of what fashion spent
in good spirit of an ephemeral felt gent
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