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Oct 2010
Who ate your heart?
Who painted a symbol of lies on your face?
Your fingers scratched my soul like poisoned darts
With your lips you kissed me and my heart you defaced

You are cold inside
You killed my passion and hurt my pride
Had you never been shattered before
Had your heart never been hurt with sores
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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     Aridea P and D Conors
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