Love Stories
When you go away this man is falling from his stairs,
The arrivals from the bus were ashen gray,
Fear was in his eyes for another journey,
The time goes back to the showdowns,
This shouldn't have happened but words
Are not here to explain what happened,
And the mind, it was a meticulously search for answers,
And the riddlers say it hard to tell,
Worldwide catastrophes even homes are accompanied by bad luck and falling stars,
Unusual events occurred and a common sense is purloined
By dark forces and witchcrafts and your dark riddled body,
Is exposed beside an open road.
The way it would be at its last moments the way it started from the beginning with the lovers,
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