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Our Final Moments

I've always said

“My home is your home”

but now you're not


Not today nor the next, you're gone

Nonexistent in

my life anymore

Inferior invisible. A

Fading memory of all the

good turned to bad. Take

all the gifts, the

expensive ones too, before I

break them, burn them. The fire on my hands...


Snapping the Ray Bans in half,

Throwing that ring into the flowing river,

the cold water dragging and ripping the metal by the power of the element.

Erase what once was. For all the good is


Never remembered ever again.

All is lost and it's all



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