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your barren grave
I rant and rave but never cry your love unseen numbing codeine falsely serene peace was so shy fatherless son no tales you spun my love undone that game you won your heart was dry empty lifetime where nothing shines and sadness chimes was I your crime filled with quicklime? my heart has died I implored fate having tamed hate love was stalemate an old sad weight with questions why the willow weeps I too am steeped in bitter grief I simply sigh in loss I've grown like marble stone whisper goodbye your barren grave [2008.29.5...b]
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