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written by: Jesse Highsmith
Down the abyss where no flowers grow,
there lights a path through the stinging snow.
As I drift through a world of endless night,
eyes grow immune to every familiar sight.
Nerve endings shape to form a new decay,
made from the shattered promise I knew that day.
It was A kiss so cold it could chill the sun.
Nothing short of lobotomy could be this fun.