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Apr 2016
Remember me, I gave you that pen?
I'm sorry.... What was your name again?
It's a name that's common so it's ok to forget
I guess an Eric, Peter or James is my best bet?
You know that pen? I bled my blood as ink
I took a carved bone as the tip, hence the pink
Wow, why didn't you keep it yourself then
Because I want you to feel me when you use that pen
That's rather disturbing, I think you need help
Oh well? Where am I suppose to find it, yelp?
No , a professional. Someone who's skilled enough
You don't get it do you, a pen is not just 'stuff'
I wanted to let you know that I would give my life
To see you write your thoughts without a strife
I want to be the sound of a pen against your paper
Or the beat of your heart that never tapers
I want you to know that I have loved you
And giving a part of me to you, seemed right to do*
GET AWAY FROM ME YOU ******* CREEP!
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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