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Dec 2014
His eyes droop
A smile plays on his face
The knife is in my palm

Quiet -so quiet-
His breaths fall
To the ground
And rise to the sky

He could never know.
How could he ever know?

Love and hate
Sane and insane
Whispers and screams
Blurry lines,
Red, crisscrossing lines

A kiss he didn't deserve
To lose
My heart pulsed with his,
Such perfection lying in my filth
Death take me now
Before I stay with him
Hi It's Haliyah
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