I wish I could repaint these walls
That the stains left by love
Will be wiped out of my consciousness
Yet I keep them as reminder
Of the one that got away
Leaving me with an empty shell
Where the heart used to reside
Pruning the future we were to have
Pawning our love for bowl of meal
That trust went
Fleeing the scene with blood painted hands
Mr T Mandie
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