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Apr 20, 2006 15:49

You won't forget my face.
For I am the one staring at you when you look in the mirror.
Everything that I lost has made you what you are today,
and your mirror reflects the stolen ground it sits on,
your lies and greed drowned in smiles and acceptance.

You won't forget my voice.
It is the wind that whips at your deafened ears,
whispering softly and telling you to go home,
but somehow you don't hear.

You won't forget my scent.
That metallic smell of blood caked onto
force, semen, and gashed out progress.

You won't forget anything.
But you will try.
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