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Can YE see me now ?

The bleeding streets contain your dreams
My dreams contain your death you know

The tomorrow !

Only I can save you you must understand

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The poetry flows thru the gutters
Of scorn

Your love is scorn

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The sun in the dead sky shall fall down

In my dreams I see you rise from death !

In reality you commit your suicide and are gone

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Off to write another love poem

I see it flow they the gutters toward the poisoned dawn