HE escapes into this uncharted tragedy,
opens a file, writes down his lesson,
then laughs at all the misspelled words,
betrayer he thinks, comes from the ambush,
of a heart thats been drinking to much
love, hey, i better write that down, his
eyes flutter open, his hand to pen, and on
a canvas, he draws a picture of you.
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