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Foreboding looms in needful eyes.
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Upon deaf ears, words collide with extinction,
empty bottles line the counter numbing the pain, -
The taste of love on her lips
just doesn’t seem right. -
A chip off the ol' block,
he marches upstairs with bent brow. -
Her cries echo through shadowy halls.
black mascara dripping down her porcelain skin -
With rocks
they visit heaven,
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