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The delicate rays of the sun
Hang dead in the air. Stagnant memories of us Intertwine With ashes and dust, Lying lifeless, impotent On the dirty, exhausted floor. My treacherous heart Aches for you. It's broken lament Whimpers and howls in eternal torment. But-- My iron, steadfast lips refuse. You will never know what you meant to me. As our love lies broken, shattered, an incompetent mess.
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