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Jan 2019
You stained my heart
Not in a bad way
In a way that you stain wood
To protect it
To keep it safe
To make it last longer

You stained my mind
In a way that you seeped into every thought

You stained my soul
In a way that I can’t live without you

Now all I have are these tears that stain my sheets
BWP
Blackwolf
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Blackwolf  27/M/Boston
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