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I love building bridges just to watch them burn, Until no trace is left. And what was there is just a figment. An apparition of the past that I forwent, But you admire because We - I am no more. Your image reflected upon the river is restless. You. Removed, carried by the current. Are no more.
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Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
I, No More
I love building bridges just to watch them burn, Until no trace is left. And what was there is just a figment. An apparition of the past that I forwent, But you admire because We - I am no more. Your image reflected upon the river is restless. You. Removed, carried by the current. Are no more.
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Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
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