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Malone Cuadrante Feb 2011
her pale skin haunts me.
she stops calling me honey.
her breath stops at 3:00.
i'm here on bended knee.
now losing sight .
let's stop the fight.
I admit you're right.
got to end the night.
the blood starts dripping.
the record starts skipping.
I should stop crying.
You should stop smiling.

— The End —