A LEFT BEHIND NAME

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By: Lucas de Madrid

I spoke to my pillow
Saying that, it is the end of the show
So it was my nightly routine
Since you left me

Every night, I'm screaming your name
It's syllables, is like a melted honey in my mouth
They're sweet, but it causes pain
They're beautiful, but a proof of a wounded man.

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