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Jan 2015
It's torn
This flaunted melody
I stand admired
Though former thoughts shattered
This bliss cherished
To not drink death
But to cradle it
Idly
They speak of love
And three months of no answers
Lusting after something unnamed
So terrible
With a drunken heart
Held eternally by another
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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