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    Personal project.
Misery Deluxe
There came a time when love turned on us,
In spite of how faithful we were
There came a time when the same keys weren't opening,
The same doors,
There came a time when we took a stroll
On the downside of Perfect.

As we still dance the dance of us,
Dreaming through intermissions
While the blades get sharpened;
Promise me,
That whoever wakes up first,
Will make the kill,
Short and painless.
Initial idea, sketched hastily in Paint before it went away.