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Truth be treason
in such empty lines
Full of hope blown up
The balloon popped
Splattered on the ground
Bled through straight
The cross-stitch fades
Entered the madness
Shaken with empathy
Sown up the chasm
Thread stretched taunt
Began upon the ending
Friday, January 30, 2009
Fragmentation
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