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daggers in lips
She pulled out the dagger in my back and stuck it in your heart,
if you would bleed tears for when she did,
she’d carve hearts in my skin, leave scars in the same lips that kiss you at night and say, I love you
my love she’ll let me leave drops of hurt in the palm of your hand,
let me pour out my soul to throw this same crumpled up ball of paper against the wall when she comes plowing
into my life again but hearts’ll rebound was that paper ball falls back to me, and our demons
are only frightening so long as we have no protection
to fight them and as long as I am sheltered with you she can’t touch us.
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