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Nov 2017
So that was us
And all we were
Used for.
Simple
In its elegance.
Brutal
In its honesty.

That bridge,
Olive branch
Burn it down.
Never could
But ties I server
Burnt them all.
That Hell
I won't dwell,
Inferno
I'll learn them now.

I'll teach them how
Won't break them down.
Won't bless a crown
Don't stress the sound.

Won't mess the lot
Or miss the rot
Kiss the lot
and bless the spot.

Hell and Inferno
Burnt against my feet,
Live this bitter love
Until darkness I retreat.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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