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Sep 2014
Tomorrow pretended to be something it was not
for loving you came too easily
and now thinking back, in hindsight
i shouln't have let you drive

Behind shards of broken glass
we have fallen off steel tracks
no emergency room big enough
for the both of us

poison kisses fill me as you take those first steps
venom seeping into my veins
both of us cannot survive this mess
i leave with a wound bound tight
Ruthie
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Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
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