Gone
The comforting scent of the past
blocks faded memories and changes false notions.
The supple touch of distant revelations
allows future reliability.
The sensitized voice of credulous ownership
berated unappreciated purity.
The emanating visuals of a world unknown
pulsate with self-actualized truths.
The taste of ultimate freedom
urges on the search.
The sense of what is
leaves you trembling.
You gave in too easily
and must now suffer.
The overwhelming trepidation,
overcame by us so fiercely,
shall lead us into ecstasy.
Free from you
and your pathetic drama,
our happily ever after
has come at last.
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