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May 2014
Every page turned is wasted time
Every word written is wasting lines
Just another drop of poison
To fill cracked veins

Or to prove a heart's still beating

Sliced in half and completely drained
No one is as they seem
Our emptied black sockets
See nothing bar

An empty, gray beauty

Precious things will break, my dear
And we're all slowing down
In this world that keeps turning
Tori Edwards
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Tori Edwards  Under the Stars
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