Everyone Falls

February 26, 2009
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Wrong, so very wrong.
Again? I think not.
Maybe you're the better fit.
Maybe I should be done with it.
A piece of us dead.
The piece I gave to you,
and you gave to me;
Rots on the bed.
Love is shared, but not received.
Not by me.
Open and honest?
Unfaithful/ a form of treachery,
a loss of treasury.
Not special anymore.
Just two common...
Once painted magic filled the walls
of my heart I gave to you.
Everyone falls.

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