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Mar 2015
when i'm choking on the right words to say I use my fingernails to trace them into your back when you sleep
words like "I" and "you"
I hope when you dream you hear all the words I never got to say to you
I wonder if you tasted black ink when you kissed me
sometimes I think my heart is just an inkwell
Written by
Savannah Grace  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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