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Shaking, his hand reaches into the pocket, to pass off a cancer stick
Pausing, as the wind shivers the bones, a stary night gazes down
Light the fire for a puff, inhale, magic, what a kick
Staring at your silhouette, moonlight in your eyes, dumbfound
Galaxies stare down, admiring what my eyes study
A porcelain moon child, brown-eyed and beautiful
Pleading not to see the day, when I say goodbye buddy
Smile, they say, the time is almost here, me, a fool
Wasting daylight, in fright, the sight of you might crush me
Unraveling the yarn holding me together, a tangled mess
No parade, no serenade, seduction fades, but love forgave
In the end, a little used, abused, another scar to hide
Confide, I found one, but now that bird is flying high
Seeking new adventure, mine, almost over
Benign, a sign, that not all love is meant in time
Trickling like sand through an hourglass, quite fast
No romance, no last dance, no see you again
Jim said it best, “This is the end, my beautiful friend..”