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Feb 2017
She scraped the splattered soul
from the inside of my bones
and baked a cake for her new lover
with its still-sweet flavor.
There is nothing of me left
but my cynical, cyanide-tainted breath;
I have nothing to cry over, nothing to share,
and no tears left even if I cared.
Cait Harbs
Written by
Cait Harbs  Gotham City
(Gotham City)   
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