Tīma With....

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September 2017

Tīma With....

 

Every time

I hold a knife.

I still hear your words.

And maybe, one day, 

you'll be .....right.

I'll, drop down..... dead.

Having had no reward.

It's no longer my choice. 

That voice, a mere echo.

Now gone

Having, taken my.

All....with 

 

You

 

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