"For old times' sake"
Is the dirtiest, single
Word in my dictionary,
Tainted by your memory.
You played your part,
With crafted effort;
And cast me a role,
I had no control.
But darling, don't you see
In every game
Played, there is a death,
Waving about like a sheath.
In stories untold,
And lifetimes yet to unfold;
I had you in mind,
Until you are mine.
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