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digging your own grave
I hope you’re haunted by the love you lost in the chaos you twisted and turned
I’ll be the dove hanging onto the wire you burned
In the quiet you conjure up all the spirits who will never return
As I hold onto empty words
How you tortured me in this chapter
Cheers to your happy never after
Wednesday 25th November 2020 3:29 pm
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