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Mar 2015
His eyes are all i see when i shut mine. I wish the dark would hold me closer than he ever could and seep into my fingernails to stop me from biting them to fragments. And on silent nights, even if stop paying attention to the ticking of the blue wall clock and shut out sound, i can still hear his heat beat in a rhythm that leaves me yearning to tear down my walls and build up a fort to stop myself from missing him.
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Before the Moon Melts  India
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