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Oct 2012
We can have this one of two ways.
We can choose a deep reddish-orange
Or choose to splatter blood across the room with our aching hearts.

Bittersweet air.
Or the dominating smell of regret.

We get to choose.

Do we wish to keep our memories?
Or wipe them away, leaving a clean and sparkling slate?
Because we can have this only one of two ways.
Written by
Sabrina
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