Residual LoveA Story by John AntonioWhat is it you see? It's some old seed. I sowed, long ago. Meet your bounty.
I am all that's left. Stay. Demons chip away at this, "us". Somehow, It's enough.
Welcome to all that's left.
I don't understand it. Still don't understand it.
Stay the path, just stay the path.
Something's causing pain.. You watch it come and go. Unabated, outwards from my soul. **REPEAT PRECHORUS/CHORUS**
Outside of control, destined to you. Your grieving heart of red. Mine with blackened hue.
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Added on November 23, 2014 Last Updated on January 24, 2015 AuthorJohn AntonioTiconderoga, NYAbout24 years of age from a small town, Ticonderoga, located at the Northern end of Lake George in Upstate New York. A nature loving hunter and fisherman. A musician and short story writer. An employee .. more..Writing
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