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May 2019
You make it hard to remember what song I was listening to
when my world was ending;
pale skin tangled up in dark carpets,
shallowed breathing,
the room reveling in my emptiness.

But now,
I think our melody might be even more memorable.

I'm tugging at your arms
as if they were the rope around my neck;
please don't let me fall.
Kira Davis
Written by
Kira Davis  21/F/Wisconsin
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