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Mar 2013
Years are revisited
As I bury myself in snow
And listen to the cries of the ******.

I watch the places
Where your funeral pyre lied,
And whimper, wishing I was superman.

There used to be a fear in me,
A fear to let people in, or love anyone,
Because as soon as I dared don a title, everyone ripped from my fingers.

But I'm older now,
I've truely fallen in love,
And been set ardently aflame,
Writhing in the agony that made me.

I have scorched away my mind's youth,
Trading it for browned flowers and hushed internet history,
I am so fervently alive it hurts.

But?
Winter came and
Stole everyone and everything,
Freezing your goregous minds and open hearts.
I watch you all fall like flies,
Just leaping for a chance to die.

I hold you hands close to my chest,
Wishing you all knew that you've made an athiest pray,
And how dearly my world, and the world, needs you.
SMP
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