oddly now I feel entangled
lost from hope; beyond all fear
breathing short; you leave me breathless.
breathing short; you disappear.
  (You don't even love me do you
   Flying high so I can't find you)
I fear
     memories of near perfection
dreams would ever feel so real.
almost of a true intention
dreams could never cause me fear.
  (Some conquered hope conceived in fiction
   On life-support awaits conviction)
I fear
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