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I stood at a mirror wondering who I was thinking of a good reason to stand here and wonder why are these eyes looking at me like they know me lik..

Draining, slowly draining from each pore flows what this should have been filling buckets with pain silent ripples in galvanized containers spill..

Facing a wall and a storm cloud head first reactions blank oblivion thundering reminders that standing still can break the will of even the best..

Where was that last teardrop you swore to me you cried no stains appeared on the cotton blouse Button hole shaped sponges worn about your neck ..

I've broken the moon with a single glance falling head first into the light shattering all about me fragments of what I thought was stabbing like..

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