dontdwellonthepast
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Spawned and cognizant of
Riches and chronicle,
Peering turned glances to knives
From a painted monacle,
While the heart of a rose
Stays inure,
Whisps of soul tend
To be lured.
Is it possible to stop loving someone
when you know your feelings are true?
Is it possible for me to love again
when my heart still beats for you?
Is it possible to promise never
