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Feb 2010
Bits of my heart scatter upon the floor while I
Run from razorblade rain that rips into me.
On and on I run but I can’t get dry.  A
Knight in shining armor races past me to another and
Ever after passes me by.
Nothing is right in my fairy tale.
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Written by
Jessica Giles
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