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Tristen Grant

A Perfect Outline

Published December 29, 2005

This dark room has a small light
which never works
And one large spot on the floor
An almost perfect outline of your shape
Your body

It was once a pool, now soaked in
And a large red spot of blood and hate
from the fight we had last night
over nothing at all

Its just that you make me so mad sometimes
And I told myself that if you did one more time
I would stop you, so I did
If I can’t trust myself, I can’t trust anyone

So you’re gone
You left when the two men
came and carried you away
It seems other men where always
picking you up, my dear