The Crossing Wired Division,
Sweetness Lost Over Time,
That Bridge Over Soured Waters,
Frozen In Perpetual Ripple,
Never Reaching The End Of Its Echo'd Tide,
Drifting WithIn ItSelf To Erase Momentum...
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Signalling Under The Pull,
The Ebb Throbbing In Its Veins,
With No Need For Artery... It Will Bleed ForEver...
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Never Staying APart Of The Pulse,
Trickleing Down Off Icicles...
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InTo Cycles.
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