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Sep 2010
You can’t cut this tension
You can’t burn it down
All your little hopes
Are shreds on the ground
You took the jump, heart and soul
A
Single
Moment of
Ecstasy,
You lost control

Here lies your remains:
Torn up resolutions
Scattered pale dreams
Bloodied little schemes
Like a child’s ragged doll
Dirtied in the street
Stomped on by
A thousand people’s feet
Monica Rose
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Monica Rose
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