Bodies bent by battered hearts
Weeping wounds that never close
Visions of the lost impose
On present picture perfect prose
And so it dies before it start
Bodies bent by broken hearts
I've thrown it all away, attend
My unintended play again
Burning light a little while
Until the pill bottles empty
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