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Jan 2016
Your Sun more glorious than mine,
Shine better & brighter than all,
Your Sun is fool's gold,
Nay don't you see?

You, a phony, a traitorous serpent,
Steal thunder from under innocent feet,
Feign, oh, feign
My darling friend

You slaughter my heart,
Armored with a thorn-encrusted blade,
Slash, slash away
I, a fading memory,
You, the warring tyrant.

You stole my hope,
You slaughtered my faith,
You trampled my life,
Oh, despise your shame!

I am not beaten,
I am cast away.
I am who I am.
shawn jones
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shawn jones  london
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