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He saw the age of time
Unfold the delicate petals,
Rare yet easily beguiling
Of a poison flower.
Traded on the paved streets of vanity
A concoction of charm,
Fleeting bliss secretly fading in the dark.
Its merchant deluded to a world unaware
Awake yet sauntering in narrow alleys asleep.
Souls sought to grasp its strings
Thirsting for happiness unfulfilled
For lives dreamt yet failed to live
For love,
Love, the ghost that never lived
And never found.
"How selfish, how cruel" he sighed.
"What's life alike a dreary parasite
Wreched, and gloom
Feeding on moments lived,
Yet truly unlived,
In ransoms of unfateful pleasures of approval and gain." He deeply moaned.
His eyes reflecting his sorrow,
He groaned under the streetlight.
None cared to pay him attention
While they wandered silently in the shadows
He carelessly barked with his heart sinking inside
He lost his one and only,
His truest friend,
The one who dearly cared.
The one he loved much.
His master.
He sighed, shaking his head in dismay, and quietly strayed on the paths ahead, sleepless, and hungry.
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