Imagine What?
Stripping down arm in arm
In my head we were living in a farm
Don't know why these memories swarm,
my head
Souls are dead
Moving farther away, leaving
As I am on my knees begging
I see a tattered image
An unreal past I envisage
Frivolous thoughts keep circling
Whilst I am hallucinating
Deeds never meant to be
There is no you and me
Desirous of an unreal fate
For you to be my mate
Did I what I hate
A useless poem I did state
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