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Its not goodbye; Its goodnight
Still pulchritudinous,
I can see you now,
No Mystery here; nor why or how,
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The color of perfume caressing your arms,
This damn velvet scent will never change,
and no one will know you weren't to blame,
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These daemons found in my head,
have been drinking and telling stories again,
No escape nor other way of merriment,
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It cuts and slices,
It holds you down,
Lies and sais "If you do, something you will amount"...
Lies and sais no one is around...
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Its all my fault,
that now here you lay,
Evidence of mixing oxygen and blood this unforgivable way,
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They tell me lies; Ill be close behind,
As you ended your on this hospital bed,
I choose their lie with this poem as I rest my head...
I choose their lie; without you I'll be dead.