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Feb 2011
Towel falling to the floor, soaked in things we couldn't cure.
and the brightest room is dark around me,
I'm still stuck here, where you used to find me.
But my lining fades from silver to blue,
and these rain clouds never break on cue.
Love is broken in the middle,
Our hearts went naked into the puddle...
And into the deep, to quickly drown,
and to this dark, I am forever bound.
time can slow, but still it's changed,
And all remains, a towel stained...
Tiffany Bourlet
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