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Feb 2010
She puts it all on herself
when the fault is mostly his
She does not want to see that her once beautiful world has been smashed
Broken by his self loathing, his anger, his dishonesty, his greed.
He wants with the touch of his finger to turn everything bitter
when she is so sweet, so innocent
He has everything
but discards what is most precious
most beautiful
He would the entire world if he could
Flood the plains with his *****
Call it a lake and name the whole ****** thing after himself.
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