my name is only but a myth

but with a touch of hand,

you know my fate.

as your mind aimlessly wanders

melancholy and fascination fill my lungs

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as you gaze into space

while you innocently toy

with an invisible monarch

oblivion is beautiful

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your memory is stone cold

your embrace, inevitably warm,

and still full of love

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as I watch you go from indigo

to the palest of blue,

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your eyes still shine

with the most golden hue

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you've loved and lived so faithfully;

now I will see you through.

for though you do not remember me,

I still remember you.

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-Shae Lime