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We met as two broken vases Holding the brittle remains of Roses never received. Bruised and scarred, one from Thinking love is pain, one From finally seeing that it Isn't. Colliding drunk drivers on an Empty Lover's Lane, both Alternating between the roles of Victim and rescue worker, Mouth-to-mouth and chest Compressions; Caresses. Blue eyes blue lights, The taste of the blood of the other As comforting a comfort as any to Any parched vampire. We leave the scene as we have Many: Covered in type O negative   And hope.
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, and Flowers
We met as two broken vases Holding the brittle remains of Roses never received. Bruised and scarred, one from Thinking love is pain, one From finally seeing that it Isn't. Colliding drunk drivers on an Empty Lover's Lane, both Alternating between the roles of Victim and rescue worker, Mouth-to-mouth and chest Compressions; Caresses. Blue eyes blue lights, The taste of the blood of the other As comforting a comfort as any to Any parched vampire. We leave the scene as we have Many: Covered in type O negative   And hope.
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
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