Untying the imaginary knots
From the draperies of their madness
A sum of their depths
Lies between their eyes
With only edges and angles
An unaccomplished
rhythmical chaos
That has left a running mark
On a pale canvas
Seeping in an age of love
His face is worn now
Fret with few words
The few she remembers
Out of all the ones they fell for
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