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A New Pulse
I pick up the phone, and there he is.
My love sick sloth, I drowned him out a year ago.
And now he tells me he's good as new.
He had left me broken, burst from the inside.
My first love, and my only heart.
He wanted to be my angel, my saviour.
I wanted him to be all of my deep dark demons.
And I couldn't take the place of his perfect ghost,
His dead goddess. He made leaving so simple,
We couldn't fit each other's masks.
Draped across his small empty bed, enveloped
by those grey dull walls. Sheets of the
summer sun slid through the blinded
window and died on our bodies. We each
held our own double bladed secret.
Now he come
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More