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The folding darkness,
seeps throughout my mind,
under your velvet caress,
your touch divine.
There is no reality,
there is no time,
just the meanings,
comprised in the mind.
Comprised of the actions,
that make us ourselves,
as experience bends,
and meaning ends.
As we realize, what we have lost,
as we realize, the horrible cost,
the tragedy never played,
the sequel always delayed.
And thus ends the play,
the choices forever made,
for better or worse,
here we stay.
To the end of the end,
and the end of days,
my choice is you,
who would be the days.
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