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enough luckit's enough, because *it has to be*. / the brush of your chest in us crossing paths. / the rhythm of

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my armor, your heatI always feel the steel of my bones begin to bend. / The flame you left burning inside of me has not

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here lies the ashesand this is how i pick my bones apart. / every layer of skin begins to burn, / there's a bad taste o

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not your damseland that's when i realized, / you will not come home to me, *you never could*. / i am not soft or fl

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classified reminderyour **naive** youth could never / strategically bind with my / **callous** tendencies. / and *that*

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kerosenetell me about the fact that you never sleep on your left side. / describe every turn, every toss, ev

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when you sleep, i am godyou twist each limb with every click of your tongue, canines grinding together as i count each tired

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fictitiousand to think, *maybe you could love me*. / but i knew your young heart never could. / i have so much

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to swallow this worlda thirst for self destruction — / the need and bargaining to take others down with me. / mania in it

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flashovers and backdraftsand it happens like this — / youth like the matches that make up your rib cage, / black smoke breath

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