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revenge dream

now there 1s nothing left of my passion
but these sad, tired streams.

but once, you would not have recognized
my fury,
as you did not see my pain,
While you watched me believe your lies

no you would not have recognized my fury
as you strode among the palms,
While no~~ing gleamed in your pure flat eyes

1 would have walked before,
like a flower girl in the street,
and sprinkled bits of broken glass
in the path of your bare feet.

but now there is nothing left of my passion
but the smell of my bloody dreams.

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