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Submitted:Jan 6, 2010    Reads: 110    Comments: 8    Likes: 2   

Floating in red

as it bleeds from my heart.

All I've given to you is seeping away

fromone little wound.

Your steps are quick

as you dash out the door.

But what about me?

I'm still lying on the floor.

Help me,

my breath has been stolen;

He'll never return it.

Remember me,

As I still cherish your deception.

I know it will kill me.


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