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Aug 2016
My cold fingers remember your warm skin.
My dead heart remembers you.
I lost myself, between the oceans in your eyes.
I was afraid of you
I buried you deep down beneath my lies.
But now you're gone
and I wish I gave you me
Now I can't sleep ti'll dawn
Staring at empty space and catching debris
Beatrice Cassandra
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Beatrice Cassandra
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