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Oct 2018
And I suppose its poetic that my bones snapped
to every beat of your heart,
that my body gave out every time you looked at me;
lighting in your eyes.
And I suppose its poetic that i've only ever felt hell
when i've been in love with you.
Written by
shiv  19/Melbourne, australia
(19/Melbourne, australia)   
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