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Jan 2015
Back in this room
Standing foot steps apart
But paces start to feel like miles.

My lips drip with poisoned words
But you tear at my skin secured
By the cure of her tongue

I remember you’d  sing lullibies,
But now the words have decayed
Silence lingers like her perfume

Alone in this bed together
The last first words that night,
I chose to go when i could of just arrived.
Its not a good poem....
Raquel Centore
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Raquel Centore
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   --- and Tiberias Paulk
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