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Feb 2018
This is how the heart gets hollow
a tearful drink and a pill to swallow
don't take her hands all covered in bruises
and ask if she still sings

Nights still burn her memory
now blank stares to the ground
just as no one blames the house fire
once an arsonist is found
Robert D
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