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Aug 2018
Scream into my soul,
leave a fissure in my chest,
take what you want,
leave your imprint,
claim me.
Just wait,
let me show you,
I'm not just a waste of space,
in your grace,
I am higher,
higher,
than even that,
of the greatest of heavens.
So go ahead,
engross,
all of my being,
for I am yours.
so long,
as you never,
ever leave.
So scream,
to my hearts content.
Bored, in a writing mood. sorry lol.
Brandon Morris
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