Rose gold cum stained memories,
Found myself compelled to pick petals for my enemies,
Transitory melodies combined to make our symphony,
Minor stimulations make me recreate those energies,My plans to synthesise and dose myself for centuries,
Admit to me: Were you happy? With such necessity?
They should have warned us we'd be altered by such ecstasy,
You laced our lips with lullabies I wish you never said to me,
Synchronised traumas which corrupt and changed our destiny,
"You didn't have to mention me" or "You shouldn't have to ask",
Tasked with archiving life's lessons from the past,
Tripping on the bars I placed as homage to the last,
"Lets get this done fast" to "We should think this through",
Both ignorant to the cost of the absence of you.
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