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Feb 2013
you bleed ink.
you cry blood.
you ******* lips against yours.
your heart beats with mine.
open window.
water violin.
hanging from a tree,
drowning in sorrows of
a broken heart.
I won't break it.
I promise.
written: 2005
Chrysta Ashlock
Written by
Chrysta Ashlock  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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