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May 2012
Air rushed from her lungs
The spring has been sprung
Her vision twisted and turned
As she tries to salvage the burned
Her eyes can not comprehend
How her world reached this end
She looked into the depths of insanity
And saw her burning vanity
Her mansion burned to ground
What was lost can not be found
Patrick McCombs
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Patrick McCombs  26/M
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