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Dec 2018
Your name
A single word
And yet
The air is pulled from my lungs

It's as if you wait
For the word to drip
From my cracked lips
And give you access

I swear
I have sewn you out
I have
I promise

But
With every single thought of you
And with every utter
Of your name
I feel you carve a new entrance

You are
Not only
My guiltest of desires
But

The poison
In my veins
Rebekah Edwards
Written by
Rebekah Edwards  19/F
(19/F)   
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