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Unforgiven Glimpses
Unforgiven glimpses
into a tempestuous past
bruise after bruise
fragments of broken glass
sirens screeching suddenly
shattering the silence of night
is this the way it finishes
does life end for her tonight
Blood soaked fists
a demon in his eyes
this man she thought a friend
his constant stream of lies
her eyes begin to close
as her body becomes numb
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Saturday 4th July 2020 4:23 am
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