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Apr 21
Broken glass on the floor,                                                           ­                       
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  holes punched through the door,                                                            ­                
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all say I love you & more                                                             ­               
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to those who've been there before                                                           ­               
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Pictures out of the frames,                                                          ­          
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piled up ready for the flames                                                           ­             
                                                                ­                                                              Curse words & then your name                                                             ­     
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all in efforts to assign blame                                                            ­            
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Cell phones with cracked screens,                                                         ­   
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police called to a domestic scene                                                            ­            
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Bleached clothes strewn in the tub                                                              ­    
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   all this has to be true love                                                             ­ 
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Ripped clothes thrown on the floor                                                            ­            
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along with your heart & more                                                             ­   
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All of this drama, what's it for?                                                             ­             
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This isn't love, it's settling a score
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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