weD.
- noV.ember 5th, 1986
This
Place...
This
City...
This
Temptress...
Kisses
me
then
turns
away
walks
never
stopping
Never
turning for a second glance.
To
see how I am falling
every
second
other
mile
behind
never
to be seen again.
I
never loved her.
she
never loved me.
To
her, I am no one.
Just
another plaything.
She
will get bored.
then
again she will
throw
me, like others
to
another hellhole.
Maybe
this time I will love the hell
and
stay.
-
Dane Michael Cameron
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