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Aug 2019
In your mouth lies a graveyard of broken hearts.

Your tounge has stolen words once spoken by other tortured lovers.

Its wraps itself around them, sends them through your lips as if they themselves carry kisses.

These words you never understood. They are empty when you speak, like the only love you know how to give.

Selfish, superficial. A vacuum set to devour anyone who strays to close.

And like the nights sky, I still see your soul is littered with stars.

Ill sit in the cold and wait.
Wait for the sun to rise again, to warm your heart or envolop my own.
Being in love with your best friend is a hideous situation. Resistance is futile.
Amanda Francis
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Amanda Francis
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