stains. by chris

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Oct 2015

stains.

i don't mean to
close the door

but for the record
my heart is sore

you blew through me
like bullet holes

left stains on my sheets
and stains on my soul

Written by

chris 21/F/tokyo

(21/F/tokyo)

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