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Sep 2015
the bed was full
it was blue
sadness was a desire
fire starts and went to the walls
I wasn't ready to lose her
but she wanted more from me
Back then i kept it in my mouth
Put i spit it out
I was crazy
I poured my silver blood
on the bed
that we slept on
what i did was terrible
I'm not human
assuming i'm in color
but i removed the covers
removing my brothers and sisters
so i can have a new plantation
i was on my boat
like a sailor
flowing away
the wind pushing on my skin
the air crisp on my lips
my hand open
but you took my hand
pulled me in your life
back on the bed
i told her to open her eye's
and forget everything
i'm not the same
its the little things
she asked for more
i ran away but she put me down
onto the bed
which leaked my blood
the bed was blue
the bed is now silver
K G
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K G  21/M/Long Island
(21/M/Long Island)   
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   GaryFairy and RW Dennen
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