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Apr 2018
Once, back when
you
were just a whisper
on my
bated breath
I spilled my heart
across
this marble floor
And you,
in all your
splendor
Watched
as rivulets of me
my blood
my passion
my reasons
Ran as wild as
the Yangtze
Seeping ever slowly
into crevices
That no one else
will ever
clean
Chris Thomas
Written by
Chris Thomas  43/M/Maryville, Tennessee, USA
(43/M/Maryville, Tennessee, USA)   
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     Melissa S, Cana and Wordmancer
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