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Aug 2013
sharp, sharp is
your life
long and jagged, as a knife,
see the point?
No, you are my sharp
while now we're done
now you're gone, to me.
the blade of life has run its sharp sharp course upon my mind
while now the tip, has broken,
the point is
gone, gone is
our life.
Written by
Neves Wilson  Nova Scotia
(Nova Scotia)   
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