Rotting EggsYou are a roaring river That breaks down everything before it You are filled with all my hopes and disappointments You are the rotting egg in the dozen That ruins the whole lot by association You are filled with all my lost love I hate you, with a fire in me that incinerates everything inside I hate you because I love you too much Because no matter how much times passes, one photograph makes me weak You are the wet blanket I can’t get off of me You are the cold that intercedes when it is finally gone You are where I go when things go wrong You are the guilty pain I fRotting Eggs
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"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who only dream by night." - Edgar Allan Poe
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Anthony
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