Not a snowflake fell
Leaves rustle about
Gentle, cool rains
It was all that came
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I lashed out, enraged at the passion,
that same passion, whose refusal now shunned,
just to laugh at my cold heart in silence,
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They pierce my heart…
Big brown eyes…
I fell fast, but…
I fell much harder
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A few more miles, and at home I shall be
With blood on thy hands
There, I left him, for all of the world to see
No, this wasn’t by chance
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Feeling weary, my eyes grow heavy, I decide the hours to be no more.  
Silence waiting, thoughts are fading, a few small steps to the night hold true.
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