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the skies wore a purple hue

hatching memories along the way

back I traverse to lonesome times

the days of me and you.

it was a painting 

our love

with the boldest strokes

and bewitched contours.

Without a mercy

heedless of prayer

the beauty of cold dark love

the pleasure of sin

On a tranquil lake

we sat deported

our bare feet dangling

over a road unknown.

There! in the waters

interspersing the ripples

a silhouette formed

But still, it wasn't you