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May 2011
From the darkness
Came a whisper
from the words
began a thought
and another

and another broke the mirror
with pale and shaking hands
and the other
was the nightmare
laughing at the other end

I am not the victor
Nor should I be proud
you did more than kiss her
while I can only smile

Happy in the darkness
because the shadows eat my tears
Maybe they should notice
that I don't belong here
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