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[forgottenevil]

Stories told again

So that stories are repeated

I have watched

And heard

Repeated

Repeated

I know because you took me there

Again and again

Then I realized naught do I care

Now the story

I wish to you again I could tell

Damnation and perhaps eternal hell?

For I sob for her

I weep not for you

To my breast

I will nurture her dew

For a distance and in the far

Crumbling around you

The broken cookie jar