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Nov 2013
A window into my mind shows a bleak scene
Gallows stand in a graveyard of my dead hearts
Cold with autumn winds is the season it dies again
It's dying season again
The crows gather on the skeletal trees
And on the iron fence peaks
The sky floods a grey sea

It's amazing how you hold the lever
The one that kills this love forever
Do you dare to pull
And send another heart of mine under
Or will you clear away these clouds of thunder

It will happen one day though
One day the love will go
I wonder what happens when this graveyard is full
And there's nowhere to bury my hanging heart
The swaying body stops with a lull
The love will not go away though its dead, fallen apart
I'm stuck on this one, it won't go away
Until I go too on my dying day

Is this true love?
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David Leger
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David Leger  21/M/New Brunswick, Canada
(21/M/New Brunswick, Canada)   
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