Swear that your heart's been erased of anger,

Yet –

eyes scorch all that entangles within pupils;

Dear friends once close are now perfectly easier as: strangers,

Regret –

as of nothing spears through to mind as myself taketh seriously sacred nuptials;

I would be a complete fabricator if I were to regurgitate not a single disappointment,

concurred: own ways haven't been synched t'wards rather enjoyment;

Except –

a hysterical fool, I'd convert, if not dousing the fire you so effortlessly made: poignant,

I suppose.... together, we shall both be rendered within the flames we've swollen appointed.

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