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Jun 2015
He stabs me with words
Detaching each letter from the one before
He sharpens the ends
With a hot iron sword
And ****** my heart
Just enough
Just enough

He won't let me die
Each moment alone
The silence between your words
My ears are bleeding from your
Pitch dark memories

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Monique Matheson
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Monique Matheson  30/F/Arizona
(30/F/Arizona)   
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