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Jan 2015
A temporary abode
Built in the void
of a misguided heart
A life littered
With casualties
Of unbridled pretense
Callous and cruel
Daylight persecutes
The hands that held

Endlessly
Searching for your face
In a crowded place
He will never forget
How the sun rises and sets
In your eyes.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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