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The first gasp for air,
it wasn’t you holding me
as we danced under stars
It was my heart
under attack.
The sweet coppery blood
that pooled on my tongue
as I cried out in pain
so only the
dead could hear.
Sometimes I tend to over explain myself to people who too often, just don’t care. Even when they asked me the question. This is terribly fru...
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