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Mar 2018
i asked what it was
that he meant by what he meant
tears scattering the scarlet of the blood drops
he held his hued arm parallel to me
you are my universe
there was a dying light in his eyes
i wondered if he would fall
and i would have to hold him up
with my weak arms
Written by
Matthew
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