move yourself, by land, air or sea,
her daylight definitely deceived.
once you start, you better not stop,
there's an empty feeling inside,
disappointed and let down,
flashes of you and learning how to hide,
the hurt turning into haunt.
stay as vapid as you may,
as the wind counts on you as a form of sway.
my Colloquia Queen
forever is right now, and
right now marks the end of today.
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