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Sweet sweet love tenderly and bitterly broken. Gracefully falling to the floor like a wounded butterfly, patering at the palettes of air whisping by. T'was never meant to be torn, and yet, lifes will shattered. Thoughts of light infidelity, tempering with his mind, and wandering of renouncing long planted beliefs. Forgotten things now return. Reverted to a beheld time. Trickling nightmares beginning to pervade. red softness soon to become of this evil. Deceiving more, less. Turning point gone, 'tis the end. No more.