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Apr 2014
I look past my left shoulder, to see the overflow
I thought I had been dead a while now
Trickling is all I hear
Coldness is all I feel
Your beautiful face looking back at me, all I see
Empty, with no emotion and warmth
you used to be so happy, full of life
now you're full of death
I'm sorry
Written by
Rachael West  Washington
(Washington)   
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