no reason
to reason
with the past
no treason
has come
to pass
of words
and fire
of love
and hate
we slowly trod
to death's gate
always unaware
~erika boal
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| Untitled 1 no reason to reason with the past no treason has come to pass of words and fire of love and hate we slowly trod to death's gate always unaware ~erika boal |
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