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Apr 2015
Yes this could be it
Final prose for a washed up lover
Harnessed pain
Night terrors
Paralyzed with memories
Of betrayal
Regret
So please hold me
But no matter
How much
I scream your name
You will not come back to me
I fear the worst
Is yet to come
Because you're still running
In my dreams
Rhet Toombs
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