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May 2015
Naked and broken, half dead on the ground,
Screams pouring out but I can't hear a sound.
You held my heart and then ripped it in two,
I'm shackled and bound, still bleeding for you.
Andrew Switzer
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Andrew Switzer  New York
(New York)   
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