March 9, 2009
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Cringe, crack, cry
Her lover
At her rave.

He goes back
To brighter times
Softer sights
Lighter smells
Smooth unger his fingers.

Looking forward
Gasp, go
But can't escape
An empty future.

Cry, die inside
Fly away
To her

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