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Dec 2014
This midnight hour,
Burning in the brightness of my hell.
You left your mark.
Settled our terms.
Defined our tragedy,
(Ridiculous for all to see).
Cut to ribbons.
And left
Love to hang its head in shame.
Soon we'll mean less than nothing to each other.
How did it come to this?
Promises mean nothing.
mrmonst3r
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