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RUINED BODIES AND
WASTED EUPHORIA.
BLOODY NAILS AND EYES THAT HAVE RUN OUT OF TEARS.
ROTTING CASKETS AND CEMENTED GRAVES.
I COULD SHOW YOU FIFTY SHADES OF MY RISING SUN.

-YOU PROMISED ME POETRY NOT APOLOGIES.

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