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Nov 2018
I can feel
Your heartbeat through
My shirt.
I hate it.
The words you call me,
The sickly sweet affection
Clogs my throat
So i can no longer breath.
When you touch me,
I can feel your
Skin on mine,
And it makes me want to
Scrub and scrub
Until there is nothing left but
Bone.
You hold me so tightly,
i know i will
Suffocate
In your arms.
Written by
pip
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       Jen, kain, Chloe Hunt, NA and ---
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