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Modern Losses
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Modern Losses

And such is a mind
I have never seen;
another branch
of a decaying world.
The lost crimson yesterdays,
a bleak and lonely play.

We want it all.
We want it now.

Love disguises
the greed with pain,
darkness conquers.

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even in the darkness your find light.you may have to look a little more but its thier.