It is rapture and repelling...this reverse rewind of recycled remnants.
I don't remember the reason...but I fell, pell-mell; tumbling haphazardly, ziplining into the fine lines of loving you.
Now, it is left to forget and forsake, to break a stubborn will in loving you.
I miss you, I do...but for the better, the best, you do not feel as I reel...
Gentle is the slope away, to sway and swoon...
Only ruins are lovely.
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