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May 2016
This'll reach you.
I'll scream across the void i named friendship
in the hope that a syllable pass into that amber cut heart,
to send your head spiraling into shards
of understanding.
That'll recast themselves
in a better light.

A better light
A bedroom light.                          A Dream.
Woke up in the middle of an argument.
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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   Ellie Sora
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