I had never cried so hard,
while I saw you.
Beaten to a pulp,
and I was pulled closer.
I ran the risk,
tough as nails,
and words could never make it up.
Now I'll walk home,
assume the worst
and call you in the morning.
I never heard, again.
Monday, July 5, 2010
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