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Dec 2015
If
If is the word.
The wretched maybe that haunts me.
My darkest dreams,
My blackest nights,
Filled with that if.
If you stay.
If you leave.
If you love me.
If you don't.
If is the knife,
That cuts my heart
A million times,
Over and over.
If watches me bleed,
Waiting to see me
Drown in my own
Red Sea.
Bleeding Rose
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Bleeding Rose  wonderland
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