Going through mixt imaginable detail,

as words speak less understandable spells,

slewed off course; abruptly swallowed stale,

when isolated scenes project sour inevitable fail,

perceptional eyes reveal preposterous tales;

Hope mauled; swamped in tragedy –

How was time blamed for aches to bleed?

Was this a constant occurring night scare streamed,

Or unimaginable scenario invented up for mine dreamed?

But of only three should vent and concede,

the heart of us; the soul of you; as with the spirit of me.

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