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You -- and I -- held eachothers Hand,
standing under Bridges -- wishing they would Fall.
but
all that ever Happened was a tragic death of trending Fashion:
passion -- deScending -- the Setting -- coLapses.
lasting little Memories would never be an Ending that we'd
ever dream of Having -- "after all weve Been through"...
(you would call me Clyde -- i would call you Bonnie,
you would call me Jack -- i would call you Sally,
you would call me Trash -- i would call you Garbage,
you would call me Back -- i would call you Beautiful.)
...you and i are Enemies -- empty headed Hatters.
shattered glass of Everything -- everything that Matters.
madder than the dreaded Queen that seeks the head of Alice:
Malice -- Malice -- Malice -- Ecstacy.
- Jesse n Ashlee
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