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[millspoetry]

Pseudo love

Skyscraper hopes, lucid dreams Our love was more than a fragment of my fantasy A masterpiece; Crafted by two oblivious kids playing carelessly with the flames of emotion. My dear, We were doomed from the very start. Lured by empty promises and temptation We Dove into the deep end and let our spirits Drown into an abyss of desire. Of lust. Of shame. Of joy. Of regret. A half-shy smile, A tear of reminiscence, A desperate embrace, A gentle peck on the forehead. Perhaps one day our paths will cross again.