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Dec 2014
I never felt more alone
than at a party —
Amidst the revelry.
The laughter and merrymaking,
Like an unfamiliar song.
Confirming my rank,
Outsider.
Fiend.
Ne'er-do-well.
Chasing the moon
in the gutter.
Far from the strange libretto of joy.
Far from the jubilation.
With your ghost —
All dark hair and poison kisses.
You left me out in the cold...
Where I belong.
"The moon is in the gutter
And the stars wash down the sink."
mrmonst3r
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   Tana Young, ---, ---, Bluebird and Sombro
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