Years of standing on the precipice
Looking on to a view that didn't exist
A fragment of memory, a bleed of dreams
The need to dive, a tempting song
But out of the ashes of those charred remains
The phoenix of our love flies stillborn.
The hours fly by, the moments still
Daylight erases all manners of sins
Receding footsteps echo off the mirrors
That reflect strangers' faces back at us
We wait a few breaths, drink a few glances
And wait for our unending swan song.
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