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Jul 2014
I waited
For the longest time
For a hero
To come save the day
(not even me)

But the end
Happened
The way it never
Should

And now I can't get the sound
Of a gun cracking
Out of my skull
Or the blood
Away from my eyes
(it keeps smearing
when i cry)

And all I feel
Is warmth
And red
And sand
Caught in my shoe

And you aren't even here
To tell
pluie d'été
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pluie d'été
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