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Nov 2015
Rotten hearts and rotten flowers
What have they given to me?
Only a dark stare that glowers
For my heart cannot flee

It was the loss, the lie within
Was that even our end?
Desperate, tearing my skin
Was that your love, friend?

Had I not loved as I did
Sickly,sweetly addicted
And somewhat as a kid
Would I still be convicted?
Monsieur Sleep
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