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In life, it seems, there is no justice, for we were once in love.
We ran and played and laughed.
The skies above were endless and blue,
matched only by your eyes ( oh those eyes).

Two became three.
At that moment your eyes ( I remember them well) searched into my soul for signs of approval.
But pure joy soon became sullied by tacky veneers and faded velvet furnishings.
Hazy mornings followed nights of blurred consciousness.

Misread impassioned pleadings justified cold hours on hard floors.
Time after time, reason failed.
Repeatedly, with eyes of desparate fury you faced arrogance and conceit.
How easy it seemed to fool the mind with the wisdom of malt and hops.

Now, I lie awake at night, alone, staring at partly forgotten memories.
I see your angelic face and your smile.
I see your hollow haunted eyes.
I feel your despair.
And I weep.

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