Jan 4, 2020, 12:05 AM  

Rubicon 

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When i saw your reflection,
remembered you're a ghost.
Relenteless dead perfection
i prayed to hear the most.
When i crossed tiny Rubicon,
remembered where we've met,
I've built a monument of scorn,
i don't regret you're dead
I've paced a thounsands miles
through fires, ice and thunderstorms.
I'm here to hear your cries,
and yet they are stillborn. ...

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