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Laying naked in my warm bed

Awake.

Alone.

How easy is it to walk away from a tragedy

with the bloody palms that well never be found?

I’m left with two red tears running from my vacant eyes

a mix of passion and hate

love that is developed cruelly by fate.

But I could bring you midnight magic

an endless dance that delights.

Never stopping

not even for a moment

not long enough for a chance to breathe.

I’ll keep going

forever and ever

and ever and ever

But you just had to leave.