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Aug 2018
An accident.
A small bruise on the clock. A scrape of sorrow and a tear of regret.
An accident.
Why did you do it? Why didn’t you stop? Don’t you know any better?
A remnant. Fractured.
Guess not.
Written by
Nestor Melgar
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