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P. No Name

May 18, 2013
By Anonymous

Folding, crumpling
Caving in
Slowly, like watching a star die
The light gets brighter, brighter, brighter
and
tis gone.
It still burns. Is it really there?
No.
Behind my eyes, my own personal Purgatory
BUt its blurred now. The image is gone
and so are you.
P. No Name


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