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Aug 2015
Can we truly erase the mistakes a pack of lies we built this wall now its simply stands upon shifting sands and a awkward silence.
Another cruel ***** another lost ***** consumed by ego.

Did the fire simply smolder or did we do all to destroy it ourselves my dear?

Painted pictures are simply things to collect dust like worn romance novels and assorted fairytales lets fix together least maybe we can drown in this misery together aside from others  *******.

In strangers touch and a soul to lost for you to care .
the pawn  no place  held for the queen how I remember you in tatters long before this scene.


Lets drop the act simply to see it die.
Burn it down to the rafters  and enjoy the bliss of chaos so perfectly divine.

I no longer care and you just no longer mask your lies as well as before.

Two doses of poison never meant to mix .
Seems were the perfect storm it  was a beautiful summer in hell.
A edge to sharp to stand so we simply fell for lack of nothing better to do.

The illusion has long passed .
And now only are scars remain.
Spider Murphy
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