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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Fare-Thee-Well
Ghost of your voice,a whisper of your touch The nature of the beast controls our animal lust Barbwire tongue unleashes its dire threats As my sanity is crushed under your cruel farewell Under lock and key, I've restrained my mind I've refused to see, To believe That I'm better off blind The pain of your betrayal is neverfading You cast me to the winds, with the torment of you saying: You shall never be free Always by me I will never let you go It will always be so. raw || truth |