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will the last thought I will ever think be of you?
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My trashcan poetry the firelight flickers dimly before dying out completely
leaving the moonlight flooding the room through thin curtains
alone in the room eyes glazed with the hot tears of frustration.
an confusion eating away at my soul
I wonder how much longer will the shadows cloud My mind
how long will the darkness continue to create echos of what was
will the last thought I will ever think be
of you?
