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Feb 2012
The words are dead,
before they are spat from the angry curve of your mouth,
They are dead.
Lifeless.
And they cannot touch me for I too, am dead.
Where you wanted to see the wounds inflicted by your words,
there was nothing.
For only you were still alive to feel
the pain
of your already dead words
So I left.
Written by
Sarah
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   --- and Lila Lily-Thanh
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