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Today was the last time
I try to fade the forbidden apple
With poisoned wine.
Today was the last time
I lie here stranded,
Wishing for something that isn't mine.
The desire to procure,
Is just not enough for this logical mind.
It is my boon and bane,
A shadow to my being.
This is the last time
I think about you again,
I banish you- I swear solemnly-
From my reality,
and I hereby enter my own exile.
So today was the last day,
At least in my thoughts you remained.
The last day- for at most a thought
You shall now remain.
The opportunity cost for some things,
Is way higher a price
Than the actual labour and toil.
So today was the last day
I drank to delusion
The poisoned wine,
To forget a fragment of time.
And isn't it hard,
To wish for a way,
To wish for a path,
To wish for a different circumstance?
Well, it is my love-
So I hope it wasn't you,
Who cursed me this luck.
And if you didn't hear by the way,
I remind myself too once again-
Today was the last day.
Good bye.
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