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Withering Lows

 

Their love was never possible

It could not allowed to be

So deceptively decant

The way the beach eats the sea

 

Amist the fields of  flowers

Where no one would ever see

He stripped her heart so bare

She begged him willingly

 

Exchanging dangerous glances

It made her heart to race

He consumed her every thought

They made it do in haste

 

But their days began to narrow

The path became unsure

Deceit flared out it\'s nostrils

For their lust there was no cure

 

The parting was barely  visible

She went about her way

He chose the other path

That lead down to the cay

 

She sails in luxurious ships

He sits in a craber\'s shack

They both turn their shoulders

Always looking back

 

Their love was never possible