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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.
It’s not just that the morning air was crisp and cool, and the sun just beginning to beam and shine in the early hours. It was the way the w...
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