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Jun 2014
Invisible cuts all on her wrist

He’s drowning her with every missing kiss

Her screaming is silence

His mind is off balance

She just needs him here

He finds it hard to care

Her overdose is expected

He can’t detect it

Oh what a good thing he sees

She’s down to her knees
Raquel Centore
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