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Another dead another broken another word is left unspoken I saw you in your time of need your sores and pus I'd often bleed with this we'd formed a sacred creed I'd be a friend in word and deed time and  time again you'd  stumble and the more my tongue would fumble your flesh grew big I grew humble both our minds became a jumble Another dead another broken another word is left unspoken your every life like night and day from Hot and cold you'd often sway whilst my nine empty  dressed in grey grew stagnant in lukewarm decay with every passing solid moon for your howling ache you'd swoon my fear would take my every boon in angst I would await high noon another dead another broken another word is left unspoken as I watched our friendships dying I only wished that I was crying eyes were dry,  was my heart lying? thought of pain,  felt only sighing do I pervert and weakness skelp or in my lonely sorrow yelp? was it in heart I tried to help or do I prey on weakened whelps another dead another broken another word is left unspoken
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 6:13 AM UTC
Unspoken
Another dead another broken another word is left unspoken I saw you in your time of need your sores and pus I'd often bleed with this we'd formed a sacred creed I'd be a friend in word and deed time and  time again you'd  stumble and the more my tongue would fumble your flesh grew big I grew humble both our minds became a jumble Another dead another broken another word is left unspoken your every life like night and day from Hot and cold you'd often sway whilst my nine empty  dressed in grey grew stagnant in lukewarm decay with every passing solid moon for your howling ache you'd swoon my fear would take my every boon in angst I would await high noon another dead another broken another word is left unspoken as I watched our friendships dying I only wished that I was crying eyes were dry,  was my heart lying? thought of pain,  felt only sighing do I pervert and weakness skelp or in my lonely sorrow yelp? was it in heart I tried to help or do I prey on weakened whelps another dead another broken another word is left unspoken
I think I'll be back to work this one further
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thomas-maltuin
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 6:13 AM UTC
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