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augustine veda Jul 2014
your body;
the brush
your canvas;
the floor
your music;
your heartbeat
augustine veda Jul 2014
he was like my depression
i couldnt get him out of my head
his lips were like posion
one kiss and i was dead
can you try lying on a bed
trying not
to shed
a sheet
but your feet
kicking
and your nails are screaming
d
o
w
n
his back
makes you feel as if youre on crack
*******
your brain
making you feel shame
but whos to blame?
you undid his pants

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