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Aug 2015
A few solid strikes from a broken fist
My throat hurts from all the ***** I scream
It can't end
It can't end like this
I'm shaking
While I read
All about the sorrys
And how the time is not right
It's been a while since a tear left my eye
I guess the incision feels nice
Compared to the palm on my heart
But I knew from the start
Love is a gamble
The cruelest game to leave the lips of God
So I took the chance when I held your hand
And let my lips touch yours
Now I'll relive those nights
Instead of pray when I turn out the lights
I'd give anything to hold you one more time
Carve your name in my shoulder
So every night I lay my head
You are there at my side
I only hope when you're gone
You won't find another one
Or lose my place in your soul
I stumbled in
I'm not ready for the fall
Max Alvarez
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Max Alvarez  Dallas
(Dallas)   
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