In reverie, we made our mistakes.
Got thrown into the ground.
Your highness raised the stakes.
On station air.
We’ve grown into the name.
I made it a memory.
The room was bare.
Faces still remain.
Diminished by their age.
Depiction in lonely frames.
The family speaks.
Depleted by poverty.
Cremated the fantasy.
Translucent, but you could see.
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