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Mar 2015
And was it worth it
to watch her writhing in pain as you extracted yourself from her veins
you had become all of her red blood cells
so she withered away to white

Was it worth it
to ripped the flowers from her throat as she sang your love song
you had become the words she breathed
so she became speechless

Was it worth it
to feel her claws against your skin
shredding her fingers just trying to hold on

Just tell me
was it worth it?
Keah Jones
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Keah Jones  The Moon
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