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Nov 2015
shattered on the floor
shards of glass
reflecting the shards of my life

as flecks pierced
into my rose scented skin

rubies lined the floor
and inches of me

unsure if it was wine
or blood
leaking out of me

like all the secrets that had never left my lips
I greeted my final dying breaths
Cíara McNamara
Written by
Cíara McNamara  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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