Blurred is the line of time,
Somewhere between reality and imagination,
That subtle figment of disbelief,
Coldly passing,
Again and again,
Yet on such fleeting foundations,
Blinking on and on,
For
Eternity
Blurred is the line of time,
Somewhere between reality and imagination,
That subtle figment of disbelief,
Coldly passing,
Again and again,
Yet on such fleeting foundations,
Blinking on and on,
For
Eternity
The last time I saw Her. It feels so much more final to say it that way, but I guess it’s the same outcome either way. When I think about it logically, I can understand that She’s never coming
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