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Author: silentslumber
Fiction Rated: K - English - Angst/Romance - Published: 03-28-06 - Updated: 03-28-06 - id:2141999

This Broken City

Right now I feel so utterly alone
lying naked on the cold, concrete floor
a single tear creeping down my cheek
god, tell me this was not a mistake

My hands are shaking now, cold as ice
you know I’ve always needed you, my dear
to tell me exactly what to do,
but as your away. How can I do this on my own?

My lips are pale, in the dim light of dusk
trembling with regret and filthy disgust
unbelieving of whom he's let himself become
oh, how I wanted to hang up on him

Why, I would never have it any different
as my ghost now walks its hand in yours
beside you, so imperfect and frail
I figure he, your enemy, set me up to fail

He has never been a choice over yourself
it's always been you, my only one true love
forgo your doubts and gallantly, let us walk
walk away from this shattered, broken city



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