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| Hold Me Gaze at me in that photograph That still image of life. Stare at that fixed smile, That masked moment Wonder at the hidden truth The girl behind the photo The devil in white hiding among the angels... Gaze one last time at the empty eyes the harbored vengeance Then set the photo between your palms, Where it belongs and watch as the glass breaks and shatters into your skin Molding with your blood becoming a part of you. Now you have a chance... A chance to meet the girl in the photograph, A chance to grasp hell in your hands and become a part of it. Now gaze one last time at the photograph of two; Smiling amiss doom awaiting... More hands. |
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