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convergance speaks of mistakes never to be made high cards in hand, wild cards well played but what good is that when the game ends and the pot is only imaginary gold what could've beens, only dreams of old divergent, the paths set before us, forever laid anniversary card in the pocket, that i'll never need mementos cycled back for the trade and the desktop lay barren now; my shrine to you torn to dissaray vision binds me to reality; close my eyes, we never walked away my open eyes from time to time gaze off in the direction that you left but you're never there i close my eyes to see you again my open eyes from time to time gaze off in the direction that you left but you're never there and you're never looking back From Letras Mania