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Nov 2014
For a moment,
I forgot.
The world no longer knows her name.
A second after waking —
She's still warm in my arms.
A glorious tomb
Transformed into a sick joke.
"*******."
Words spat in the face of God,
Nobody.
No undeniable devise, reason or rebuke.
It's over,
Quit yer struggling.
Embrace this tireless oblivion.
mrmonst3r
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