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Jun 2016
Your voice boomed
Through every room
Into the dim halls
The echo was everything
Everything but you

I searched your eyes
You told me to do so
I felt birth that moment
The pain, the blood
I felt the end as it begun

It is all or nothing to you
A furious earthquake
Knocking down every wall
Or nothing, absolutely nothing at all

The nights get shorter
Your hands grow colder
The moments there
And then suddenly,
Into a great abyss
Into a black hole
Everything is older
Even the drugs now
Give me the cold shoulder.

E.s.
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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