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Stained.

Stained.

Like the blood on my hands have dried to a crust.

My heart had thawed but now has freezer burn.

The strands of blonde that were bleached last year.

The words that I won't forget.

Stained.

Like the white dress that has now turned yellow.

The dried candle wax that won't come off the carpet.

Don't love me, or I will become hard.

Don't leave me

Or I will become,

Stained.

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Published
Mar 11, 2015
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