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Sep 2014
I swear I
Heard your name
In the sound of breaking glass
And the shards flying
Across my exposed skin
Felt eerily the same
As when your fingertips
Brushed my arm
And I'm reminded
As the blood drops
Hit the white floor
Of how you always
Left a mess
No matter where you went
But maybe the red
Leaving my body
Can take with it
The memories of you
So I can feel the pain
Without anguish or regret

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   Alberto Ruiz, Rupal, n and Erenn
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