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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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