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Mar 5
vii
I haven't known you long enough
To be in this much hurt
And yet
You've gripped my heart
You won't let go
Even when you say
"I'm empty"
You say
"I have nothing"
You say
Except for your fingers drip
With my blood
My tears
Did you take those
Or did I hand them over?
Written by
Bridget Kellum  34/F/United States
(34/F/United States)   
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     Empire and Robert Marshall
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