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Sep 2010
Words are passing through cracked lips.
Lips that have been poisoned day by day.
Days which are filled with her constant lies.
Lies that rip and tear and fall like broken glass.
Glass riddles the floor between her and I.
I turn my head aside in the end.
Endings are all that we have left.
Written by
Monica Chaloupka
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   Rachel Elizabeth
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