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and as the

puddle of blood

that dripped

from my lips

gracefully

landed on the

marble steps,

the realization

that you were

never coming back

sank in the

deep corners

of my mind.

only if i was able to

wipe away

the memories

like how i can

wipe away

the blood.

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