just dont do it
this thinking could
be the end of you
the heart beats a little faster
euphoria
words stumble upon words
the beauty
the torture
euphoria
i lost her some time ago.
he stole her away
now i cant remember her face
yet the faces of others bear the pain she left behind
those branches have your mark on theirs
everyone looks like someone else
a beautiful face in the crowd
a sour smirk. a vice president
misty whiteness like a ghost has settled over our own town
in search of some gloom fuel
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