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Apr 2019
Heartstrings pulled so taut
Play me like a violin,
Keeping metronome with my pulse
As you hold my life in your hands -
You can end me so easily.
Love me instead.
Pull out your own,
And use your strings for a bow.
We’ll make music together,
Your heart and mine.
Courtney
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Courtney  25/F
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