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Feb 2014
There are no more words
Left in this frame
Of a person

Lately
All I have heard
Is the loud roar
Of criticism
Coming from those
I care about most

I'm crooked
The stars that once blossomed
Inside me
Have turned to shards
Of wasted hopes
MD
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   Edward Alan and Mary
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