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Nov 2013
nothing has been fixed
the sun still sets
I still bleed
hot blood
from toxic wounds
cut by my loves
if even for a second
I thought I saw the sun
come back up a bit
it was only her trick
to leave me weakened
and bleeding still
as the wolves
came out
for the night
Written by
   --- and ophelia letourneau
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