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Jun 2013
As the temperature in the room
Changes from red to blue
And the bread alters to become glue
My heart splits and is broken.
Silently they came, without hesitation
Initially with just a token
I was armed with a question
And silently they came.
Take away, they took away
And now the blood in my veins
Rings true and the mood
In my brain becomes blue.
Nothing was spoken, and
Silently they came.
Written by
cheryl love
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