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Jul 19
The failed kiss left a trail of lip gloss
across a canvas of unending emptiness

like a memory dragged from between the
pages of a second-rate novel.

Her cries were a tune that knocked at the door
but failed to pierce his tone-deafness.

He watched on but then sensed guilt
that he alone could have caused such a thing.
Written by
Henry Bladon
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       Kate Copeland, Christina S, TD, Fawn, LC and 4 others
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