A Bad Scene
Reddened face
An angry fire,
I'm a saint,
And you're a liar!
Shattered glass
Where I took aim,
Lucky I missed,
But you're to blame!
Heated words
And broken hearts,
Ice cold silence,
We lie apart.
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