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Nov 2012
If this were a film
I'd be nothing more than an extra...

condemned
to wind up
alone
on the cutting room floor,

denied
from ever
speaking the words
I spent
weeks
building up the confidence to say
to you

face to face

cut to a close up of rain
running slowly
down a window pane

as you walk away from camera
never knowing

these
were my tears.
Written by
DieingEmbers
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