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My trashcan poetry She cried as she said she couldn't love me
at least not the way she wanted to
you could not see the tears in the dark
but you could hear them in her trembling voice
nothing I could say or do would change her mind
all alone in the night
the darkest day's of my life yet to come
the thin razors edge bit into the skin
the sacrificial blood flowed
an I heard the voices of the ghost's of a thousand
broken heart'ed lovers cry out in sorrow
for the young love that never had a chance
killed by demons of the past
~ DD ~ 1983
