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Death beckoned her
she gave in.
she cried for help
you walked away.

she was in pain
you didnt care.
Death wanted her
she knew her fate.

Death took her away
you decided you cared.
Lay with me
in my bed
under the sheets
with nothing on
put your hand on my chest
and lean into me and
whisper
all your darkest
secrets and fantasies
trust me
with your body
let me ful fill
your dreams
and wishes
ill make them all
come true.
all it takes
is one tragic story
about ones life,
to make everyone
weak at the knees
wet eyes
and sweaty palms

well welcome to
my pathetic excuse
i call my life
so heres my story.
You never came to see me..
why...?

why didn't you come?
please tell me.

its... its because.
i don't love you anymore
 Jun 2016 Nathan Wischropp
Farah
I hold you in my lungs like nicotine
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