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my time has come to rise from bloodstained ashes under an October moon, the night breeze cooling off our coffee - You held the railing Staring into the darkness I wish, I called sooner I said with a half-smile I knew that was obvious Lessers versions of me knew that was true - like fractals in a broken mirror like the white hot center of your cigarette like the soft flesh exposed I wish I called sooner.
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
i wish i called sooner
my time has come to rise from bloodstained ashes under an October moon, the night breeze cooling off our coffee - You held the railing Staring into the darkness I wish, I called sooner I said with a half-smile I knew that was obvious Lessers versions of me knew that was true - like fractals in a broken mirror like the white hot center of your cigarette like the soft flesh exposed I wish I called sooner.
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
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