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Jun 2011
another one down
roll me over, i'm slack
too gentle to question
the bruise on your back

golden silence
i've won this before
won't own up to the baggage
you dragged through my door

i've leveled, not quit
the red and black bleeds
no tears of nostalgia
crawl back on your knees
Written by
A Renee
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