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Masked Pain
Poems
Jan 2015
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I drop hints like bread crumbs, hoping they'll lead you straight to me.
But they're blown away by vultures, searching for another body.
Again I see you slipping, falling, falling back into his arms.
Again I try to keep you grounded, standing tall against his charm.
My little bird, come back to me.
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