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Aug 2016
All your beauty
Washed away
With tears
All your laughter
Scrapped way
A blade
Every moment
Contaminated
What was
Ever thought
Washed up into
His wandering eyes
Splashing water
His unsure smile
Powdered detergant
Broad shoulders
Like fresh linen
Soaked in bleach

E.s.
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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