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May 2017
it wasn't all bright and jubilant
it wasn't pretty
it was grim and ash grey
and drops of blood
on the corner of our bedsheet

rip out my heart
beat the **** out of me
and then let your warm lips rest on my head
tell me you love me still
pj
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pj  23/F
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   Shanath
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