Cold

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Death rocks back and forth,
Singing a soft lullaby
Dulling the pain,
Ever so slightly
To the ones that caused me pain

Even curtains shall shudder
With my wicked words
Blurted, accidentally on purpose
Oops! It's all out in the open now
And I won't take it back
I won't take back
My silent cold stares
And unforthcoming dry lips
For tremulous reflections
Such as theirs
That smear the musty mirrors
With the ugly truth
That they were no better than i was

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