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Aug 2019
i crave so desperately your heart
in my hands,
beating as one with the pulse in my wrist,
you say no you cannot
that’s too much gore,
gory you say
you will not partake in,
so instead you offer
your days
to someone else who although
they ask for your heart as well,
you know you can resist
them
and me you cannot.
Written by
Shreya
165
   Bogdan Dragos
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