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Mar 2015
Inside my body, its dark; almost black.

But everytime we kiss, I can feel the

colors of your mouth spilling inside

my dull black heart. Changing my

insides drop by drop, and when every

part of my insides are colorful again.

You will leave, just like all the others.

And my insides will be black, all over

again.
Rachael Judd
Written by
Rachael Judd  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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