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Mar 2019
Cask of wine and a burnin' cigar
I choked my eyes and looked at the ashen sky
The gore from the scars felt wild and nasty
But I felt my lips breaking into a smile staring at the nasty blood
Darling heal me, heal me and I'll be yours for I was meant to break in your arms.
~Zee.ytee
Zainab
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Zainab  16/F
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