In the twilight my eyes gone bleary, strings of Rachmaninoff filling my ears fueling my mind's wistful inquiry, and my poetic monogamy. And as a ghost, not so cheery, smiles and tears alternatively flow, my weakened heart grows weary, as sunlight fades and stars glow. Shadows at dusk silhouette my heart as sins remain and your love departs, tears rain down in my inkwell's pond staining
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