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You wait.
You breathe,
Deep breaths.
You exhale out the dread,
At least you try to.
Your love is out there... somewhere,
Dying.
It is being smothered,
Being killed,
In the arms of another.
The heart sinks,
The soul rejects.
You want to hold on,
To feel what you once felt.
To let it stay.
That feeling,
Raw and pure.
But.. but the soul revolts,
It refuses to let it be.

A dripping tap,
A drying river.
Two loves.
You are being trapped again,
Divided in two.
Two related extremes,
The relation is beyond your grasp.
Stare at what's around you,
The brain rejects.
Why can't you see?
Stare some more,
The mind refuses to see still.
Trapped within your thoughts you are,
Entranced by the sights they offer.
Come out... come out please.
Let the magic die.
It amuses you no more.
An addiction it is,
It is time,
It is time for you to leave the theater,
Time for the magic to die.