Blurred is the line of time,
Somewhere between reality and imagination,
That subtle figment of disbelief,
Coldly passing,
Again and again,
Yet on such fleeting foundations,
Blinking on and on,
For
Eternity
Blurred is the line of time,
Somewhere between reality and imagination,
That subtle figment of disbelief,
Coldly passing,
Again and again,
Yet on such fleeting foundations,
Blinking on and on,
For
Eternity
Avaricious abundance, announcing
Blasphemous betrayals
Concertina cavorting cacophonous cadence
Depicting death-desired dread
Half a dozen pink hearts
Strewn across glowing white screen
Girls guessing at identities
Of secret beaus
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