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I don't want to imagine you and her
hands intertwined
walking together in the dark concrete jungle
while I'm left alone on these cold dirt roads.

I can't imagine how you could ever
love a girl like me
that looks upon your past
with such jealousy.

And you wouldn't imagine
how one look in those eyes
makes me gravitate towards you
and forget those times
when you were
with her.
I still dream about you.
It's a place we still talk and know one another.
A place where your hand still finds the small of my back,
even in subtle conversation.
I haven't forgotten the depth of your heart or the beauty of your soul.
Though I'm quite certain you'd never find yourself here,
it's still as if you never left.
The
Jester
Laughs
As
Laughter
Kept
Him
Alive,
When he slit the throats of fake kings
He looked upon Them,
And said,
Who's laughing now, as laughter faded down the halls
I am trying
to remember you
and
let you go
at the same time.
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