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Aug 2014
My words are gone.
You've torn them from my lips.

Every one.

Save for a single, suffocating "Goodbye."

And after the last syllable has been spoken,
infinite silence is what you left.

When you did just that.
William Eberlein
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William Eberlein  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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