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Jan 2015
It happened one night
Amongst the cheers and patterns of conversations
Love turned to hate
Thought you could be alive again
But when you turned the handle
You misplaced one thing
And in turn the past could prove
When you murdered me
You forgot about the blood stains
That were left on your memory
And in this way,
I can never die
Rhet Toombs
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