hungover

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hardly any chance
of romance anew
paradoxical lies
entangled with you

yellow flickering
our stars collide
under the crystal night sky

falling steps behind
endangered by lust
endings and beginnings
living off wanderlust

tables and turning
heavy hearts have sunk
every night, left love drunk

sadly, it's dusk
a bittersweet end
mind reading the lines
every letter again

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