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a flow of words that may or may not flow together.
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She watches him pack his bags
Staring as he throws things down
Walking away she refuses to turn around
Out the door she goes
Refusing to let him w..
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It slipsShattering insideI sit swinging my legs A blank stare holds my face togetherVoices every now and then drift to meFrom where, i do not know"hel..
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She sits in the middle of a half empty roomAs she replays her memoriesHer black hair covers her faceHer long bare legs crossed Indian styleHer scarred..
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