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Monumental
Marble floors, and cathedral doors erected out of the dark.
Two leaves in the wind, we were a lost pair, that Noah still put on the ark.

Losing you, or finding me, you put me through a heartache.
Built up your guarded walls, for all you seek is heartbreak.

Build your pretty little monument out of hate,
you devilish, morbid architect.
Things of beauty won’t get you far, if your partner’s heart is something you continue to neglect.

Painted walls, granite flaws, your personal buildup was immense.
Missing calls, even greater falls, who knew all you lacked was some common sense.

Your actions caused battles, you liked acting obscene.
I played the role of big bad wolf, blowing down the walls of your personal Sistine.
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