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Jan 2017
Do you think
You'll ever be tired of beeing mine?
Drunk ****** under two and a half  bottles of red wine.
I know your  kind,
Short and beautiful
Small lips with wolfs teeth
Swallow my soul  whole and carve your sigil into my breast,
Never once did I think you would ever fuel
What's  beating beneath  my chest.

Breathe steady baby, arche your hips
I've never been loved just quiet  like this,
Your hands around my  throat
My mind begins to float
I know before you. I had next to no hope.

"How many miles have you crawled "
You whisper in my ear
"How many smiling faces ,
And run down places have you seen
Before you realized I was your queen?"

"A dozen smiles "
My face turning blue
"And a million miles"
And I know  it's true
"But I know I'll never find another  broken heart that fits so well beside me,  I'll never  find anyone else like you "
Written by
Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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