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Please don’t tell me now




It has been 7 suns
Since I last felt your warm embrace
And eight
Eight, oh so fucking
Cold
Nights
Your gentle hands
Exposed a world, I thought
I would never see
But now it’s
Gone
Gone
Gone
And I am once again lost
In the torrent of life
Like an autumn leaf tossing in winter winds
Out of place
And out of control.
Still,
I would not have it any other way;
Cupid stabbed my heart,
And now,
I must have my revenge
Please,
My creator
My destroyer
If you love me;
at all,
Please don’t tell me now.

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