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Mar 2015
She lived alone on a plastic hill,
She sold her soul for a bouquet of pills,
I held her close, and felt her fire die.

The room turned red, and began to burn,
You drowned me in the lessons I refused to learn.
Now I trudge back home, feeling dead inside.

A tortured soul on the edge of death,
I broke the surface for a final breath,
And lifeless eyes caught a starless sky.

I heard your voice whisper in my ear,
"Don't drown your love in a sea of fear.
Though my body fades, I'm always by your side."
To the tune of Grapevine Fires by Death Cab for Cutie
Andrew Switzer
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Andrew Switzer  New York
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