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| If you were to ask for my forgiveness I would have to ask for which atrocity You wanted this absolution Is it for the daughter Who as an infant you left Without even telling her that you were her mother Or is it for my bruised faith I havent been quite the same since I no longer believe in love Perhaps it is for my broken heart you never flinched when you crushed it Under your boot And left me to pick the fragments up....alone I cannot give you absolution For you have no remorse Your the feeling of my sheets wrapped around me at night And the pulse of my veins when I dare to dream I had no illusion of the life you offered I turn towards the setting sun and never look back. ~Casper~ |
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