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Phosgene

I close my eyes Forgot my mind Or similar kind Eaten by flies I'm all alone She is sick Burning the wick Speaks in groans She can't breathe She can't move Please improve What's underneath Bloodied vile Pills are lies Make you die I need a smile Not alone Please no Feeling low Empty phone No one gets it The sorrow Covered in yarrow Eyes filled in grit Poisons my mind You are gone Blackened dawn Wish it was my time Give you air Take my strength Your heart sank I will make it fair My time yours As I depart Owner of heart Don't fight any wars
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Written by
bram-cyrusocyrus-addams
Published
Jan 10, 2017
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36·108
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I hope she gets better

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#love#pills#death#end#sorrow#poison#sickness#asthma#sacrafice
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