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we left concrete monuments in our wake jutting up to the heavens to cry our victory. darkness looms above and beyond calling us out of our homes. the sickly glow of streetlamps mark the divide; the end of the world. all is still. only the dead populate th
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A friend once asked
If love was true
And I said to them
It’s up to youPassion does not linger
Without a fiery soul
But there are times
When hearts are black as coalI think love can be t
by n0xxregrets 45 words, 10 comments, on Aug 6 1:59 PM 2005
