Through trenches of suspicion,
twilight darkness the path of
all that remains.
The most desired, the most elusive.
Hiding from the harness of real life
through trenches of suspicion.
Dreams, though elusive are still beautiful.
Full of mystery and daring through
all that remains.
The lie beside me through night's slumber.
Holding me in soft embrace,
through trenches of suspicion.
And you remain in my waking hour.
To await the chance to shine through
all that remains.
And here you shall stay,
reminding me of your presence.
Through trenches of suspicion of
all that remains.
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