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Oct 2009
bleeding out
onto your floor
you tore
the wound
when you slammed
the door
i'm all empty
i don't feel
cold anymore
as i look
at my love
thicken to rot
with the rest
of the gore
weeping for
what used to be
so much
more
seethroughme
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