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blue

I took the last pieces I had
and dragged them on a plane
I sat
and smoked and drank
and focused tried to focus
on something other than the craving to
drill the nail in

here I am dreaming
and the hate stirs worse at night
and I still catch myself
crying in corners
where blue washed walls and pitiful eyes are everywhere
- spite boils

I love you



I love you

it can't be that simple

you - you

and I

I never would

I would never hurt anyone

and look at the mess you've made
look at the way I'm paying
I love you
I do
but I still catch myself
crying in corners
with blue washed walls and
pitiful eyes
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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