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Sep 2016
I keep a trinket of our love,
its stained with the silhouette
of what was in my grasp.

I cut my fingers upon that
figure, that meaning of what
it meant to love you this much.

My wrist knows  it bleeds as I cant
resist the urge to feel tee moment
you felt my love cut into you.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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