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Stuck in the limbo Of your pretty face Ever fallen from grace Living dead by the gallows. I stood trial in the court Of your moonlit eyes Every breath testified To such sweet sorrow. Your smile stripped the truth Like a warm and cruel sentence Your laugh was the small crowd That broke the deafening silence. The jury of your loud whispers Set my crimes on a chase Waiting for this heart to flicker From a loosely sealed embrace. This wise fool barely breathes Despite your present absence To the comfortable misery Of a lovestruck conscience.
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Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 4:50 AM UTC
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Stuck in the limbo Of your pretty face Ever fallen from grace Living dead by the gallows. I stood trial in the court Of your moonlit eyes Every breath testified To such sweet sorrow. Your smile stripped the truth Like a warm and cruel sentence Your laugh was the small crowd That broke the deafening silence. The jury of your loud whispers Set my crimes on a chase Waiting for this heart to flicker From a loosely sealed embrace. This wise fool barely breathes Despite your present absence To the comfortable misery Of a lovestruck conscience.
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Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 4:50 AM UTC
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