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Slaughter House

the mind takes over where the heart is unmended


left it where we left it for a reason, true, and yet


it is just a breath, it is just the hand above the


precipice, in all the same distance forever away


said once before, I open only to close more doors


every mind thinking the same exact thing, in her


eyes is the light of a child king whom knows no end


to the vast expanse of nothingness within, it lies


I swear I've said goodbye a thousand times already


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