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jennifer Feb 2014
Your eyes were liquid gold
And your lips were pink rose petals
Your arms were the stitches
That held me together.
Your ears were a catching mitt for all of my fears
Your shoulder was a sponge for all of my tears.
Your voice was a narcotic of which I was addicted
Your chest was a pillow for the head
That was most troubled.

And now your eyes
They haunt me at night
Your lips are a memory
Your arms are a fright to my mind.
Your voice is a guillotine
And your words are daggers
You dont miss me a bit
Which breaks me into peices and parts
And the loss of you
Is a direct connection
To the darkening of my heart

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