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'What a feeling to be a king beside you...'

Bitter sweet
An cold disguise
A pain needed to be felt
He was everything made to a be a drug
He didn't start anything
He ended everything and anything
Some things to be locked
Locked in the window of your mirror

Harsh dew
Frost covering our ankles
We lay in white
Tears soaring through rivers
Skies beneath your feet
Stars above mine
Moons fit in your iris
Suns glow in mine

Fishes swam
And water washed up the feelings
Hold the air
Gasp the heart
And cry the apathy

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