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an unfinished work

Submitted:Aug 19, 2011    Reads: 19    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

The shadows fade like inner peace
Your silence cuts like blades
The wound you've opened will never heal
Though it was stitched with haste
Blood may not be pouring out
But the scar will long remain
even after I've lost my mind
and forgotten my own name
There is no healing for my heart
Because it has been ripped apart
This beating mess had no chance
Because it was dead from the start


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