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Oct 2012
It cut deep
deeper
darker
Deeper than the blackest, greenest trenches of the Atlantic

Your knife was sharp
sharper
colder
sharper
Sharper than the words off of the tongue of the Evil One

I fell hard
harder
weaker
harder
Harder than a wineglass full of rocks, hitting the hardwood floor

You ripped me apart
tore me in two
How can I ever forgive you?
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That Girl
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