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you were in gravest troubles
and
i couldn't save you
i'm no god, you always had me at that
but i should have tried painfully harder
remember the time i stripped you naked of your roman glory?
that my hands raked through the universe?
and, every time you smelt,
[i sniffed a lot. guilty.]
you smelt like forgotten ice creams
suck bittersweet memory
you were a devil hunter
i was one of your slaves
you had me weeping
softly, as i chant your name
a gazillion times
by your grave
and
a small voice echoes through woods
"what would you ever do without me?"
something you used to say a lot
but i never thought i'd see a day
when i will find my better half
ripped away . . .
