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May 3
To be the one to speak her name as mine.
The ghost of her past.
Glistering water.
Ocean eyes.
Soft satin lips.
Dead roses.
Crumbled in the dust.
My blood on the purple flowers.
Blossom flowers.
Trees in morning dew.
The sound of pen on paper.
Diamond rain drops.
Tears rolling siltently down her face.
Scars on my skin.
Knife covering my wrists.
The end of the world.
The blood swirling in my veins, soon to be poured out.
These words just sound beautiful to me, not really a reason?
Your Local Grocery Store
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Your Local Grocery Store  Transmasculine/Hamilhell
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