Awaiting your call,
I imagine...
Fields of immense pleasure conquered by moss aplenty.
Worlds of nature run rampant, a boreal forest enhance.
Times where nothing mattered, yet all could be lost.
When our lives were intertwined
And you cared about me.
A time where I could smile even though
You were the only good thing going for me.
But times past are times gone.
And love spent,
Is love gone.
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