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Rivers of Life
I drown in the blackhole of memories
hearts break down as porcelain whispers echo
the hurt as a delicate origami unfurled
swirled as in a whirlpool crumpled and torn
your lies are as a cuckoo's call
empty echoes, shadows fighting the night
threads of my trust now frayed
swept away by my tempest of sorrow
hearts break down as porcelain whispers echo
the hurt as a delicate origami unfurled
swirled as in a whirlpool crumpled and torn
your lies are as a cuckoo's call
empty echoes, shadows fighting the night
threads of my trust now frayed
swept away by my tempest of sorrow
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