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Set as good
Believed as natural
Borderline bliss
Accompanied by the pleasant

Enticed by the possibilities
By the dissolute truth
The unbridled attraction
That was once mine

To see her again
As all begins to ameliorate
Is as much providence
As it is pure torture

Nary a day of regret
For the suppressed dreams
That I once held in esteem
Great aspirations all

Outstanding and astounding
"Yes!" my bosom implores
It screams..
louder than I could ever scream...

Hope floats yet again
Priming my vulnerability
Preparing my sound mind
For another insane fall

Why risk anew
For an almost certain failure?
Because my dreams
Are worth the constant lessons...

As much as this old love
Is worth the effort,
This curst decrepit heart finds worth
In every angle of trying...

If for nobody else but myself....