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Leaves fall from the trees stricken with leprosy.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 55 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-23-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2352024
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Your face full of,
fake
emotions.
I don't
know,
or understand
you.
Distant,
and cold.
You
frigid
son
of
a
bitch.
You hate me.
With fake smiles,
and torn lips.
A bloody smear across
your face.
So
next
time
you tell me.
You hate me.
I've got to say
I
feel the same.
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