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Oct 2013
he was a quiet kind of beautiful
words filled his mouth like bees
trapped in honey

the music of the stars is in his voice
and his dark liquid eyes move in harmony with the tide

but that morning, when sleep filled his face like fluid
and he had dreamed of someone other than you,
the bond that held you together like earth and sky was torn apart
and you were thrown out,
like a piece of tainted meat
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