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Gaslight

You might not remember
what was done by gaslight
but I do.
 
The figures in the frosted glass
are pressed upon my brain,
no matter how hard you force the lie through.
 
You might not remember the light in its sconce,
and that’s why
I’ll never love you.
Written by Casted_Runes (Mr Karswell)
Published | Edited 12th May 2022
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