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Sep 2013
I've killed you a thousand times
For your wanting, your needing
Your selfish crimes

Play me a tune,
Pick a key that transcends time
With a beat that will tear the stitching
Connecting your heart to mine

I never doubted, from the moment of bloom
That my time with you would bring us anything
Short of matching keys to a padded room

You are the darkness and I am the light-
What a cruel joke the Master played
To have given us equal might

You push and I'll pull
Eventually we will get it right...
For the one thousand and first time
Your blood will be mine tonight!
Ishmyre of the Inferiors
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Ishmyre of the Inferiors  9th Ring of Saturn Box 7
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