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Jun 2013
I **** the pain of today
Stab it with my determination
All the pint up tension
Bleeds out onto my hands
As I let go of the knife
Sharpened by misunderstandings
And hear the clash
Of the metal upon the tile floor
I know the deed is done
Today is dead
Tomorrows sure to come
Written by
Ein L Wells
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