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i stepped down the same dark stairs like last september holding close to myself as red eyes of winter prowled or growled or coldly looked with hate with hate in my direction a smile on their lips and i'm lost, lost somewhere in a dry cloud she slipped with her lips and lost her head in the bed of a spider closing "look at me dead!" and then a laugh to hide a tear and secretly knew what she did but still doesn't care can she stop? blindly and nakedly trips through the cities gripping everything looking for someone to stay with her and i never would have left and i never would have left her and i never would have left i've looked everywhere but she's gone From Letras Mania