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Mar 2016
I cut myself on the edge of my broken dreams,
Those sharp shards of shattered hopes cutting me to the bone,
Dribbling drops of ruby red blood into the cracks and seams,
While I lay upon the cold ground of the past and moan.
Written by
Spiritus Nocturnus  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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     Lior Gavra and Jeni
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