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Feb 2015
silence is what was heard
when you slam the door
my pitying of myself is nomore
this virus, I'll call you
has been eradicated from my soul
guess the the tonic of truth, that
I made you drink, has turned
you into who I already knew
I can now live the next phase
of my life, in peace
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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   stΓ©phane noir
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