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Jan 2019
My hands are stained the color of crimson as I hold you now
Your jagged breathing
Broken skull
As tears roll down your perfect cheek
I say a quick prayer
Brush back your hair
And finally kiss your cheek

You only cry harder
Blood trickles down your jaw
Teeth stained brick red
And finally you take your last choked breath
I have no idea what inspired me to write this but I liked it
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No One  19/F
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