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Oct 2022
We were kids then
simple minded
but had it all planned out

You gave me dimonds
I gave you my heart
You promise me the world

The window shattered
the broken shards cutting me
as I tried to pick them up

The scars made it easy
to hold the shards
as I made the pieces into weapons

Maybe now you'll understand
that your simple pleasure
was more then just a wolf in sheep clothing

Time ticks by
you life hanging in the balance
And a single figure over your grave
Writing of the Unknown
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