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...nothing but the cold remains, your shadow long gone, the smell on the pillow, even the echo of your lies, all trailed after you through the broken front door, letting the winter in, appropriate for a frozen heart
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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