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Oct 2014
"It's water under the bridge"
   But it hadn't gone far
       Salt in the wound
           Picking
    At a scar

Can we forgive
What we can not forget
   How do we live
With so much regret

When playing with fire
   Your bridges get burned
A lesson
  We too little
Too late
  Learned

It's sink
   Or swim
& the current
   is wide
Do we dare to dream
Of the other side?
MaryJane Doe
Written by
MaryJane Doe  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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