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May 2023
These days bleed me out slowly;
skin hugging my bones closely,
and at night I dream solely,
of you.

Gaping wounds are still open;
my blood is being stolen,
and my heart's wings are broken,
while yours are new.

Your spirit grew inflated,
while mine shrank and deflated,
lacking air, like a flaccid
balloon.
Asa Levens
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Asa Levens  24/F/Classified
(24/F/Classified)   
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   MS Anjaan
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