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The Casuality.
2 Reviewsbut that one damned sunset...
Here we are.
Lost. Empty. Found. Fucked.
Roses and carnations.
I’ve never…they’ve never prayed to God.
I N A L L H I S CONFUSION
A L L H I S DELISION
A frond.
Long ago not too far.
E Y E S O N H I S DECISION
Liars on a right away passage.
Saints get to hell faster.
Ain’t too far away now.
T H E DECISION.
E Y E S O N T H A T AFTERNOON.
that one damned sunset.
Shared roses and carnations beneath an eternal sun.
Summer’s everlasting love.
Autumns’ withering death.
Winters’ bitter comfort.
Spring is a happy memento of a bleak era.
Sunsets. Shared roses and carnations.
But it’s too far away.
A N D T H E T R I G G E R H A S B E E N F U C K I N G PULLED.