I promise I’ll still pretend I’m something you are,
As long as you keep pretending you’re not.
Your poetic smile will haunt me all the while,
As I move from town to town trying to forget it.
It is surely justified—things fall apart;
The cycle holds truth and beauty at heart
In death, we’re told that at least we came
But does it smell as sweet by any other name?
You say goodbye before hello,
And cause the eclipse as such.

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