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Oct 2017
I ran after you

chased you like a dog chases a car
But you dug a hole for me to fall into

One that I couldn't get out of

You peared down at me with no explanation

As you turned to walk away I heard something brake like glass

Then I realized that sound

That sound was my heart hitting the ground
John Doe
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John Doe  20/In my bed
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