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Nov 2014
You scribbled out my innocence
With poisoned ink
That flowed from your tongue
Lies wrapped in little green ribbons
Tumbling from the corners of your lips
Trickling down your chin
Until eventually,
You started tripping over them.
Hayleigh
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Hayleigh  27/F/England
(27/F/England)   
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