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because he never hugged her ribs apart and he always ignored the fist in red that beat 60 times per minute only for himfor the life they played was never for real and the game they lived had no real instructions
and he never let his bleeding smile play in her hair for she saw quite often but always still right through his braces
and he crumbled her torn between razorblade palms for her smile was always too deplorable
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cause the world around them always screamed too loud in spite of their layer of pink fluffy earmuffs
and they always dropped off very close to each other but never wondered why they always woke on different sides of a cut up double bed
as far apart as they'd never been before or since or ever for real
Poetry by tinsel
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Written on 2009-02-20 at 23:56
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