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Jul 2014
i sharpened my senses
and stabbed him with my words
getting back at him for everything
on the way; two-thirds
the ink stains my hands
like his blood on my skin
regret, remorse, frustration
myself, all i felt within
in time, wounds will heal
and feelings will fade
except the scars we gave each other
and the words to you i gave
Lunar
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Lunar  25/seaside soul
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