A watery departure
The heart of Asellus Australis
The energy is fleeting,
Made up of a luminary glow raining stardust, we exude a fantasy,
But how can I proclaim I love me, If I choose you?
How can I proclaim integrity when I run back to you?
I refuse to stay dancing on this dark cloud, laced in ecstasy,
I can't ignore the spade in this destructive reality,
What we've created is a story of make-believe,
So me and you? well, we can never be.
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