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Apr 2012
It's dead
She's dead
It's all gone
*******
That touch the puddle
Of your crimson life blood
The knife was cleaned
And put in a bag

I walked down to the sea
And threw the bag from the rock

It splashed into the waves
Gone

What now
Which way
I wonder who is watching
Everywhere I go
I am haunted by your eyes
I see eternity in them
The black infinite black of forever
And just as my soul begins go reach out
******* towards the puddle of black
JL
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JL  United States
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