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Through the cold month A thin grape vine curls up A ruined chimneyStanding in a field, Kissed by rain, Stone and brick Are made the same
I’ll lead you to the pool   Undress you for your somber dive   Bid you prayers and warnings   Love on my breath, our lips   And you dip beneath the stillness   
Ever had that moment when you come back to reality but at first it’s like you’re seeing it through a wall of water? I have, many times.
darling, you are broken and your ruins are the worst i have ever seen
I look around.   Chaos fills the skies. And the dust has only settled enough For us to see the broken walls and cities whom have met their own untimely demise.   Something has shifted.  
he was only a boy yound and bold, unable to be dragged down smothly surfing along with the tide flow of life searching for nothing other than love.   he spent his days thinking about her
OutsideThe entirety of my resolve runs with the river of tears thatTrickle, thenAfter a brief moment of suspenseBreak free, carvingCruel lines down my ravaged cheeks, a howling flood letLoose. My eyes are
And all these little things They build up inside  Turning your light into dark They rupture the protective wall  That we think saves us from all the hurtful things 
You are a coward. A coward with temptations, That you could not resist The evil damnations. That leave my stomach in a twist.   Why did you do it? You said you loved me more.
After all the people leave— The raucous laughter has died down, goodbyes have been said, The lights have all gone out, and people have left for some other party— What happens to a building?  
That moment when you feel your life is in shambles. No longer the elasticity left in you  to be the glue. All that's left is to grab a hammer and join the crew. Hack a way at the remains.
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