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Jan 2015
My heart dwells within your fingers
I feel punctures as the grip gets tighter
The warmth of your psalm is comforting though
The blood pumping through your veins fiercely
Squeezing the blood out of my already severed heart
But I know its the last time we'll ever be so close
Even though you've given me my death sentence
Aubree Brianne
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Aubree Brianne  23/F
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