imagine! The Hidden Sweethearts Parade
empty-handed joyful youthful souls
expressing death's decay in whimsical promenades
with absolute absence of physical roles
imagine, in thanks I prayed
prostrate spirits sponge the orbital dew
hanging gently out of the way
languishing the partition of only two
who, euphorically hidden inside the parade
never touch what they never knew
imagine, paradisaic sweethearts ever betrayed
whether by purpose or providence
they apperceived and elatedly obeyed
only through perfect sadness could they commence
always apart in the hidden parade
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