Amarilla
Amiralla,
you craved, as I did, for a counterpart.
The ideas of us both were separate, but one in the same...
A future once seen, has blasted ahead, blurry; a dirty image unwanted.
We'll never see each other again, but I still pray for you anyhow, and if you think of me pray for my troubles because I have many now
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