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Sunday 10 May 2009 photo 1/2
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the blood was dry, it was sober,
the feeling of audible cracks.
and I could tell it was over
from the curtains that hung from your neck.
and I realized that then you were perfect
and my teeth ripping out of my head.
and it looked like a painting I once knew,
back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact.
the feeling of audible cracks.
and I could tell it was over
from the curtains that hung from your neck.
and I realized that then you were perfect
and my teeth ripping out of my head.
and it looked like a painting I once knew,
back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact.
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