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Dec 2013
You’ll regret
This decision
In the end

An end I’ve waited for

Waited to
Adorn
With dreams

Of sunlight
And love

The shadows came, they

Tore, me
Apart
With words
But at first
With silence

I forgave you then
Forgave them
But I can’t
forget this
or forget them

Like needles under skin
I’ll vanish into mists
Again

Becoming nothing
Culpoetry
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Culpoetry  Britain
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