Trumpet the Harlot the parallax hyperbole

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Another cold harsh
Winter here without you
The cold face and
Blistered lips that could
Open wounds
Cracking smiles
About a winter's tale
And dreams devoured in gold,
Embracing thoughts
That once ached
For being the pistol
In my mouth
Without bullets
Has gone with you,
Never to return
In the blissful manner
And power it had,
Scorned for the loss
And born to be bred
Oh, how i ache
For the misery to come!
The contract that binds
Us together has expired,
And not wanting
To be renewed again
I'll let my heart
Bleed out this catastrophe,
And be whisked away
Into my dream
The contract that binds
Us together has expired,
And not wanting
To be renewed again
I'll let my heart
Bleed out this catastrophe,
And be whisked away
Into my dream
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