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Sep 2011
Do not trust in me, my dear.
I can make you fall farther,
     than your deepest fear.

I’ll break your bones,
I’ll break your heart.
Your head is a bullseye,
and my hand holds a dart.

I’ll give you bruises, (accidentally!)
royal purple and a cobalt blue.
Because if I can’t even trust myself…
Why in the world should you?
Honest to God, I spent 30 minutes thinking of a **** title just to surrender and put the first line at it.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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