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I mourn thee the only way I know,
with ice in my heart
And fire in my lungs

But most of all, I mourn myself.







. . .

Hey, Hey!
You'll play with me,
won't you?

A game of
Life or Death
. . .
I won't lose.


. . .
But you'd forgive me if
something happened, right?