What goes through my mind.
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What goes through my mind.
What will never be,
will never end.
This lovely death,
both crooked and bent.
Bold and free,
confused desperately.
Burning inferno beauty,
statues of your reflection.
Driving off a cliff,
watching leafs fall.
Bitter thoughts in the morn,
tear stained coffee cups.
The love that was gone,
was never really there.
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