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Mar 2015
Give me a shot.
Remake the love we had,
Still breathing.
Buzzing.
Retrace the steps
That led
To our brilliance.
Breathe life into the dead.
Kiss cold lips,
Steal the fading pulse.
The words we shared were vows
Not just empty mutterings.
Not sounds flung into nothingness.
Meaning given virtue.
Love speared on eternity.
We are falling stars
Cursing our path.
Corpses bloat the rivers.
Churches burn.
We are this shoddy ******.
This is our beginning.
This is our end.
mrmonst3r
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mrmonst3r
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   ---, DC raw love and SPT
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