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the tomb
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2016-06-04
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standing in a graveyard, soaked in the rain
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staring at my former lover, who buried me
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with a rose in my hands
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and a kiss full of pain
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I will look at things that I don't want to see
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and what repulses me the most is him gawking at my soul
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with his gloved hands twisted into a knot
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and undoubtedly a lie on his parted lips
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"Do you think that the universe fights for souls to be together?" he whispers
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the rain continues falling, pooling at his feet
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maybe he shouldn't have worn that suit to the graveyard today
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"Some things are too strange to be coincidences."
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"I have become the universe," I snap back
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shards of my voice piercing his chest cavity
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"I have died and lost myself among the stars,
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drifting among galaxies you could only ever dream of reaching."
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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