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Aug 2015
Mediocrity moans the ******* pleasure
Spurring melting love drips from its lips
Amateur hour whisking the air away
Volcanic ash filling the punctured lungs
Lifelessness pours downwards onto the *******
Nothing left between us
Just death and memories of the better days
i am the leftover of something great
Chris
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