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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

it happens.

they fall against my shattered face
like rain against the glass
rushing on the windshield
like a starving religious mass
awaiting here i am for you
lightning from the skies
wipers can not wipe away
the sadness in my eyes
churning in my body
like a whirlwind of soap
trying to cleanse every living piece
of barely shimmering hope
drowning in your smiles
memories of when we walked away
fire melting what was left of me
all I needed was us to stay

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