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Dec 2012
Can't **** it all away, but I could love you in a dream.
Right before I walked away I could watch you as you bleed.
I could hold your hand like gold, as you're slowly turning blue,
I can hear my name between your lips-
I can hold a shovel, too.
Anna
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