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Who knows who
it was
The
faceless
creature
lying in the
vomit
of her best
friend’s words
silent screams
are still
silent
I couldn’t
hear
what they said
if we are not
dying
we are already
dead
whoever heard
of harsh words
having the
power
to kill or
wound
if we are not
dying
we are anyway
dead
Who knows who
it was
The faceless
creature
dying in the
vomit
of poisoned
words
How in hell
were words to
know
the impact
of their
betraying stabs?
How…
....in Hell?
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