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Oct 2010
I felt a tugging
So I looked back
To find you looking
Back at me

I'm sorry
But this can't be
I'm on my way
I'm traveling roads I've never dreamt of

You let go of my string
And left it hanging out of my chest
Blood slides down and drips to floor
My heart beats with nothing more
But curiosity and wonder

I take another step down the newly paved road
Look down to find my foot prints in the drying tar
The blood still drips
Leaving a trail in my wake
John
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John  28/M/New York
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