Nothing is real
Nothing to feel
Just burn like a flame
And go out
Where did it all go
Didn’t we have it all
Now it’s all gone

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 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anuwIoT1l5w

Sometimes she can still feel the dull deep throb.

It’s not regret.

Nor is it anger.

It is a pulsing pain that lives on.

A shadowy form that disappears,

then materializes,

surprising her at the oddest of moments.

It dawned on her…

 it lives as a throb,

because it was born in the beat of a broken heart.

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