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He whom I shared my own
You died so soon
And I, in you, still living moan
Where all, all gnawed my boon
It was a mess of beautiful chaos
Of who you once were
And who I once was
Though emptiness not yet filled
Your heart, a heart not yet yelled
Of hurt and writhe and agony
And all what was ment to flee
Lost its wings around you and me
Deep within, in visions of the thunder
The light which binds me still yonder
The lines I penned thaught me not
Neither saved me from my thought
From the most Deciful symphony
which was, hatefully, played by me
I'm hated by only me
yet, if ever joy was passing by
with it's collision of true and lie
I would never mind of saying hi