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like a Star from the sky
he shines.
like a waltz from my memory
the smoke settles and I see.
Nothing.
it hit so hard.
the lies.
alibis.
singularity.
it's so lonely here.
it is so cold.
taste of
cold cinnamon.
winter.
did you get it all
out of your system?
I didn't know.
that night I couldn't breathe.
rebuilt trust but
winter came.
the rock left.
my perfect rock.





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