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Apr 2013
You were there the other day
Embers suiciding themselves on the pavement
Thrown from the end of your cigarette.
Perhaps I should remember our thirsty hearts
Tangled kisses
Tragedy spreading from lips to lips
Yet all that comes to mind
Is that **** butterfly
And how you kept trying to pin it's wings.
I knew you
I knew you would make me sick.
I craved you anyway.
Let you muffle my screams in moss
Between silent trees that used to dance.
I'd hate to find you'd changed
Hate to think of Hell without you.
Do you still search for silver linings?
Slice them up into ribbons for my hair?
Do you miss me like the sun misses the moon?
When she has to die to let him live?
I changed our skies
But not our souls.
They are still upon their knees.
Written by
Allie Laroche
428
   Gary Muir
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