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Jan 2015
I never knew
How ***** my blood was,
Until I mingled it,
With your own.
I thought
What ran through my veins,

Was pure,
But black became clear,
When you left me alone.

I didn’t want you to leave,

But it was obvious,
You were going to run...
You took away
My driving force,
And the seeds were planted
For what must be done.

I had to ride on,
******* and lost.

What I carried
Inside of me...

Was gone
I knew what to do,

But I was exhausted.
All I had,

Was the chance
To prove you wrong.

I finally betrayed myself to you.
It took one more no
To make me strong
There wasn’t enough hate,
To show me the way home.
So I let cold springs,
Prepare the place,

Where I belong...
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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