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Black Lines
black lines under her eyes
tear stained pillow by the end of the night
and the smell of his cologne
lingering in the air for only a fraction of a second longer
she waits
painfully
for the day that she can let go and run
out of the dark mass some call heartbreak
when she can faithfully proclaim
that she will start the next day
and end it with a dry pillow in sight
...
Wednesday 10th February 2016 6:00 am
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