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Broken Bottles
It shattered across the floor
I knew this was coming, it was no surprise
I couldn’t take it anymore
Oh, the fire in his eyes
His hand against my neck
His breath against my cheek
I pulled away hoping not to wreck
Yet his presence felt so meek
The way he talked to me
The way he spat on the ground
The way he grabbed my knee;
It had me all turned around
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Tuesday 20th March 2018 4:29 am
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