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By , Glen Ellyn, IL
Your forked tongue speaks with demonic intentions
You ought to know better
Than to fake that
What were you thinking?
Don’t pretend like you cared for me.

The photos, memories, and poems
Are stained with red,
And red, and red
That drip with those lies
That will never come out.

(to be continued)





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KPelliccia said...
Jan. 2, 2010 at 2:14 pm
Very powerful. Your opening line was so strong as well as your ending
 
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