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Tired
of looking to you
As some kind of saviour
Some kind of kindred spirit
In which my solace might reside.
The truth is,
wh..
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The room you never entered, is the one I never left.The room with the pictures on the ceiling,where the floors have tasted iron and the air is stalewi..
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You once were the lighthouse in my darkest of storms.When I was lost, drifting in seas of doubt,your voice was a guide to steadier ground and calmer w..
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If your eyes could swallow me whole
Would your irises taste my rage,
Reflect it, black?
Would your corneas digest my shame,
Spit it out, p..
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We were forged, in anguish
Amid the ashes of a fickle fire
Thrust into a form we could not sustain
Molten into being, shell-shocked lovers we..
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