In a 5x5 room
My impending doom
I was your groom
You built my tomb
You killed the plants
We never danced
Theres no romance
No backward glance
Dystopia mine
I was blind
Out of rhyme
Out of time
Dystopia Mine
We shared no wine
I'm left to find
You don't mind
Dystopia Mine
Rots on the vine
My sweet love
Devoured, u dined
Beau Golden
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