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Monday, May 23, 2011

I Guess I Got Just What I Wanted

And as I felt the world collapse around me, 
The destruction, and inevitably, the death
The blood-curdling screams of the masses
The crashes of buildings toppling over
The sound of society falling down under our noses
The scent of the newly deceased


I thought, "Now, my sweet, we can be alone."
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