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Jun 2011
Crashing, Crashing, Crashing
Breaking on the floor
Here now skirt a plate, a cup
I think we're now at war

Tearing, Ripping, Cutting
Ruining my soul
Here now blurt a hate, a curse
I know we are no more.

Yelling, Screaming, Yelling
Hurting all we can
Hear overt the hidden heart
It me who you abhor.

Goodbye, Goodnight, Good riddance.
Ross J Porter
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Ross J Porter  Owosso, Michigan, US
(Owosso, Michigan, US)   
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