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Our love

Seeping from my melancholy veins are streams of everlasting rainbows dripping down my life ridden eyes. A smile spreading across your delicate lips and you cry a shrilled and piercing cry that makes my ears bleed a horrid black. I scream out to you.
"My dear sunshine! Where has our gleaming rivers and sparkling trees go?"
And you glare at me and say in the simplest of ways.
" I don't love you any more."





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