Denouement Boulevard
Like a damaged rose, make the pain beautiful.
I see the streetlights and the signs.
We're getting close.
I see the roads go from platinum concrete to rubble.
look at the trash bags skipping across the street like tumble weeds.
In the rear view I see the “bridge of sighs” we crossed to get here burning down.
I lost you some where back there.
However, I'm not fooled by this shell you left behind.
I won't let your actions now, contaminate how beautiful you were when you were mine.
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