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Mar 2015
I ran away
once I realized
the burden of
you.

I saw you off the bow,
and while I knew
your song was death
I longed to listen.

Your touch was a tentacle
slowly wrapping around me
dragging me into your
abyss
but your smile
your laugh
your kiss
taught me to not mind the dark
Matthew Berkshire
Written by
Matthew Berkshire  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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