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When I returned… She was gone


I never learned how to dance

We flew out any way that night…


She was my world

Now that the world has come to an end

I still resided inside her heart


I was shaking, ready to shoot

Gun powder and metallic taste were on my mind

But then…


The dog was completely sure about what she just barked


I had died and come back

I had loved and died…


The moon was gone

But the sun never raised

So the other stars took control.


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