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You  --  and I  --  held eachothers Hand,
standing under Bridges  --  wishing they would Fall.
but
all that ever Happened was a tragic death of trending Fashion:
passion  --  deScending  --  the Setting  --  coLapses.

lasting little Memories would never be an Ending that we'd
ever dream of Having  --  "after all weve Been through"...



(you would call me Clyde  --  i would call you Bonnie,
you would call me Jack  --  i would call you Sally,
you would call me Trash  --  i would call you Garbage,
you would call me Back  --  i would call you Beautiful.)



...you and i are Enemies  --  empty headed Hatters.
shattered glass of Everything  --  everything that Matters.
madder than the dreaded Queen that seeks the head of Alice:
Malice  --  Malice  --  Malice  --  Ecstacy.


-  Jesse n ­Ashlee


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