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May 2015
Breathe in my perfume
And the smell of my skin
It’s the last time
You will be close enough
To take it in

Remember this feeling
And the pain it inflicts
For all the times
You strangled my heart
Just for kicks

Wonder as the emptiness grows
The hole inside, the loss
That you never knew
If you’d only seen
Was filled with me, with us

Hope, with all your will
That the striation lines
That I’ve burned into your heart
Will slowly fill some other way
And not slowly pull apart.
Shelley Connor
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Shelley Connor  Reading, UK
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