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Mar 2015
I return to this empty house,
now filled with the echos of my silence.
And I fold the torn corners of regret
into perfect ledges big enough to set the
broken pieces of my heart on. And I hang
my coat up on the broken words of those
who promised they'd always be there.
And I make my way to the beginning of
my end because this time, I swear ill
do it. *But I don't
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   Christopher KD
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