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The arguing pair deliberate with a sorrowful timbre
Souls so sound of mind not free to fanticize
Drawn by their vapid thoughts, he laughs at their weakness.
Enthralled quiteness washed over them like a distinct chill,
Hope for them is not a morning dove, rather a mourning shallow grave
Cry, for the loss has fallen like a leaden barge upon them
A bald man cried at the sight of the movement in shadow.
"Forget!" belched the passionate man
His touch washes over them with unexpected, passionate abandon
Dejectedness enveloped them like a sluggish breeze
Heads whip back, crimson rivulets flow
Crystal clouds swirled above the vampire like a flame
Slipping, sated, into the night
Fickle nature distracted by some pretty thing.