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Jun 2010
You said my eyes,
Splintered light,
Killed it.
You never said you would,
Contribute to the blackness,
That nests inside my heart,
Like a deadly pneumonia,
It grows well in my fear.
Your condemnation,
Makes me smile like the dead.
As I believe I truly am,
Nothing.
At least,
Nothing,
Without you,
My savior that grows the blackness,
And who kills me with every stroke.
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Written by
Gabrielle Hamberger
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