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Dec 2018
last night i dreamt
a bullet escaped from your lips and
seared its head into
the crook of my neck
and i stood there in scarlet,
my last thought before i woke
painted my veins with life,

      “i will survive this.
                i will survive you.”

even in my dreams you are the death of me
Midnight Rain
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Midnight Rain  24/F
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