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Dec 2015
After we talked, she walked.
I stood in silence until my pulse slowed.
I breathed again, could see again.
I made her do it, I wanted out.
Picking up the pieces is easier,
If you don’t get broken in the first place.
Declan Quinn
Written by
Declan Quinn  Derry, Ireland
(Derry, Ireland)   
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