Forget it all.

We desire the worst
In our fleeting dreams,
Furiously pounding
As the wind whistles
In the twilit flowers,
Trapped in an invisible pathway
Before us; a silence waiting for us,
As we are drawn together,
Waiting, to be sure beneath the cold stones
That we can forget it all.

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