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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.
I offered grace to those who gnawed at it, confusing my softness with weakness, as if I was prey. I cut them off, my blade simply severed th...
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