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Jul 2011
You lived alone
in your quiet house
upon the hill

My words were creeping up
like razors scraping through
your pale little skin

Our lips now
daily recieve kisses
from eachother

**They don't know us
Vincent De Roeck
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Vincent De Roeck
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