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There's Fire In my

Death, 

weighs heavily upon me.

For once, he was my friend.

We toiled, long ..... together.

And as such.....

He crushed, the colour.

From my soul.

I love, ..... what I can't have.

And I guess I always will.

By a dream, within my mind,

I have a poets, roving eye,

But a killers.....

Twisted 

Brain.

Giajl © Jim Love