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Oct 2015
Paths have crossed, cost is sin.
Found it lost.
Defeat him, defeat him.

The rivers feral, cholera sets in.
No habit sterile.
Repeat him, repeat him.

Roll over the carpet on your cheek.
Jostle that scar you've kept so neat.
The secrets of two whom dare not speak.
Their season, the fall, not so bleak.

By the end I just paid him to silence her doubt.

How long must we culture them?
Nostalgias grinding gears again.
Indifference starts to begin.
Never what they could have been.

Lectured threads have come undone.
The paraphrase has yet to come
My heart begs it's not for one.
It works for you but not for some.

Don't read my heart.
Don't press her luck.
You've one in the chamber.
But your hands locked up.

We've called the shot.
No one's forgot.
He mourned tomorrow as he lost God.

She saw the pause.
Let slip the cause.
I'm not the human you thought I was.

By the end I just paid him to silence her doubt.


No, I never knew this place.
God sent me here to see.
But I'm drawing closer to the exit.
I must find a place to hide memories.
I've squandered my chance to walk with the living.

By the end I just paid him to silence her doubt.
By the end of the raid he sure did sing loud.
Jonathan Wood
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Jonathan Wood  33/M/Home?
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