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This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us... We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds...I have touched winds...I have touched sorrows...(I touched the devil once...)...and I have touched the past... It was like the love of thorns, like the beauty of dead summer. But I, the lurker, the carrier of wounds outlived. It.I have left now. ( Have I not?) The thorns embraced us,while resemblance dragged us further down. It burried our minds. None shall outlive this rhyme...
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