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Oct 2010
I captured grey skies
For you,
You love them so.

I was the canvas you smeared in red..
Paint my pain into beauty
Proof that it is real.

Why do you casually cut
the last threads thatΒ Β I hang from?
I'm sorry I arrived at a bad time,
But that is your fault.
Not mine.
Written by
lacey deere
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