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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

We Might As Well Be

I can’t wake up from this nightmare we’ve made
 from love, distrust and our desperate son—
   the loneliest creature; broken homemade.
     what didn’t I do and what have you done?
       sorry to inform you, you’re not the one—
         you spoke to me in a backwards fashion
           trading some misplaced anger for passion
             displaced once more with the hate you would hide,
               I opened my heart and you threw trash in
                 if god is love, then let death be our guide.

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Oh, to dance with that morning jes… Fumbling through scenes Of disintegrating dreams, Until we arrive at a little bridge… Stopping for a moment.
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Pitch-black flashback Immaculate hallucination. As I wring the sweat from my memo… Into this laceration. The only love I’ve ever had,
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Crossing your horizon of evidence Existing painfully within design— Down to the last crass moment of s… Suspending in this blacked-out min… You did your best at how you don’t…
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