LXXXIII. slow dancing in a burning room

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Nothing changed
We still play games
But with hearts and fire

Nothing changed
We still talk
when you curse my name and in my dreams when we go for a walk

Nothing changed
We still touch
When you hold back from strangling me to death

Nothing changed
Between you and I
I'll always forgive you and
you'll always make me cry

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