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Faux Pas

In the wake of distasteful anguish  
Fearlessly she saunters into vacuity  
Forsaking me in the shadow of faux pas  
As she nullifies my plead for redemption   

As the tears gradually cascade upon my cheeks 
 
They mirror that mark of quarantine in which  
She sadistically stained my paper heart with revenge  
Not giving one third of a damn as to how I felt   

Chase after her I would have only I'm afraid that 
 
The trails of her trench coat will slap me in the kiss  
Of the rancorous bite of the breeze that dawns in her wake  
My heart couldn't dare to bear the torture that would arise   

Forgive me for this turbulent experience has now driven me 
 
To bathe in the deathly grasp of the gallows, my new lover  
My final goodbyes live in the blood stains that blatantly occupy  
The suicide note that your vanity so rapaciously conceived  
Written by GlennMcCrary
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