Life unnerved
and pinnacles destroyed
We traverse on the not-often walked path
Anachronists we are
Born in the wrong time
Our mere existence is a crime
In the house of blue green
We have sex and conversations
And this is simply what it seems
Sunstarer
Now you are hidden
Eclipsed by situations
that has gone out of hand
In-hand actually
But boy of many self overreacts
Years will pass by
But together we will stay
A testament of friendship and love
In this sad, sad day
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