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The Broken Glass. Smashed to pieces, The glass just rests - spilled across the floor, Knocked, by a filthy ***** - nothing more, Where it once stood -- gone. Like crystals across the floor, Flickering, under the light, This was to be, "their" night, Ruined, by a filthy ***** -- nothing more. Her eyes, upon the broken glass, This was time, for her heart to pass, "Leave, now..." was all she said, And out through the door, Goes a filthy *****
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Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 1:27 PM UTC
The Broken Glass
The Broken Glass. Smashed to pieces, The glass just rests - spilled across the floor, Knocked, by a filthy ***** - nothing more, Where it once stood -- gone. Like crystals across the floor, Flickering, under the light, This was to be, "their" night, Ruined, by a filthy ***** -- nothing more. Her eyes, upon the broken glass, This was time, for her heart to pass, "Leave, now..." was all she said, And out through the door, Goes a filthy *****
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Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 1:27 PM UTC
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