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‎Monday, ‎December ‎02, ‎2013

Watching me, kill me in my sleep
Its only slaughter to my dream
There is only comfort in those grave
No pity in this love, no shame
I have seen almost all strong men fail
What is to be adore or appreciate there
Is it until lost but what is lost
If it was never yours or mine to call
Its only death in return for who gave
So lets wait, till I be empty left
Who bound to steal it away..

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