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Jul 2015
I don't want to be on a leash,
I swear I'd laugh if you come back to me.
Though still there's a maybe,
Maybe I'll accept defeat,
Maybe I'll remain married,
Just, to burning at your feet.
Maybe I'll remain buried,
Somewhere near 6 feet deep.
Maybe I'm a zombie.
Maybe I'm a creep.
EphemeralLikeGold
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