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A Lost Love

You are the life of me You are the air I breathe You took away everything that was killing me. You caught me as I fell brought me back through the gates of Hell before I reached my end. You kissed my bloody wrists and instilled into my lips The gift of love. I've never seen any eyes the same shade of truth as yours. You studied my broken pieces as I lay at your feet in ruins. you snapped your fingers. Never again will my heart or my tears seep through your seamless work. You won my hopeless war; Tu no yo rompo, no mas sangre. Mourir nunca mas. Todo amor.
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chelsea-grin
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Jan 24, 2012
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