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I see heaven outside,
spelled in the clouds,
a misery for my latest mystery,
veins tied, tethered, to my soul,
so you know, what it's like,
a true love to know,
the kind of toll you can take
out from inside a living being,
who'd rather starve, have nothing to drink,
than to think of never seeing your precious
pair of eyes, whom has left "I" meaningless, for you,
the gift.
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Gambit
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