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May 2013
Click click you walk past,
as my eyes stab you,
my mouth burns you,
I contort, I spasm at my hatred.

But click click you walk past,
oblivious and arrogant,
to the cold weather outside,
to the silence in the room.

Without a word you've said everything.
It is me with a wound at my throat,
blood seeping out and down over my breast.
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