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sometimes all the moments
that we savoured for the last
get crushed between the good and bad
from pressures we have had
but you know I can't conceive the day
when feelings run too high
to work out all the stale terrain
emotions try to hide, when I try
lately I can't seem to colour what
we've lost
it all seems like bad means
when lovers turn from lust
then I try - try to smoke alone
these shattered ties with no compromise
fall through this fragile hell
the drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip
too exhausted to rebel
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