The grandest nightmare
Is not crossing swords with a formidable foe
But crossing paths with your greatest woe
Adulterating the mist of air you suck in
To dwell in and disperse in your every atom
Leaving your inside to rot away
Awfully disabling your every sense
Ours were the paths that collided
"Nice to meet you" were the self-destructing words
That meant letting you stay
|22:58|April 27, 2016|
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