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Mar 2016
you haven't read her
poetry
until you feel her words
still rattling in your head
for days.

because her poetry
will always **** a little
bit of you as you read.

her words are bullets
to the heart, you can't help but
bleed long after she's gone.

& death is to those who choke up
on them and feel it clawing
up the back of their throats as they try so
hard not to cry.
Inspired by a poetess and a dear friend of mine.
Midnight Rain
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Midnight Rain  23/F/In the depths
(23/F/In the depths)   
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