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Apr 2013
On the distant planet where we met
My eyes seeped into your heart
The volcanoes and earthquakes that resulted
In building me up to break me apart
The words that were translated
Turned out to be nothing more
Than silly misunderstandings of Earth-speak
That coagulated once they were washed ashore

The sea turns from that icy blue to neon green
When the trees sway in the wind
As we walk these *****, unforgiving vacant streets
Hand in hand, we weather the weather
Whether it be rain, snow, hail or sunshine
The few people left never seem to know
The way our souls are eternally entwined
So take this statement as a final enchantment
Stitch it to whatever is left of your pieces
I need you to know that I'll never be gone
Even when death comes, we are forever unceasing
John
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John  28/M/New York
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