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Apr 2015
The needle of love punctured her heart again,
it came and left like rust on a tin can.
And like the rust the love faded
But if only she would've waited.

Her love could've been found,
but she couldn't patiently wait for loves sound.
Now she lies on the floor
crying from loneliness forever more.
Triston Albert
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