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Nov 2013
Taken from the most
Intimate corners and
Crevices of my heart,
Written from the deepest
And darkest ounce
Of my now dried blood,
Shown in the most
Painful and lasting lines
Etched on my palms..

Is the fact you came,
You celebrated,
You exploited, and
You got left behind.
Evidence that I prevail.
Clare
Written by
Clare  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
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