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| You Still Haunt Me | ||||||
| I can still feel you pulling me down Broken down, beyond all gods and men Holding these invisible ropes of sanity Trying to climb With the weight of all your hate Upon my shoulders I linger awkwardly in the doorway Of all you left unsaid Like one beautiful flower Surrounded by dead things I am your shattered poet Clinging, breathing Against anything that feels like you ...You still haunt me |
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