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May 2013
Souls seeped through the
c u t s
on my skin,
luring you in.
But I miss the
warmth
of your heart,
it was my favourite melody.

I'll curl up on the floor,
with sunlight intruding like a
wolf
*** ti n g
for my icy bones,
but you'll be there to stand your ground,
fingertips writing poetry on my spine.

And these words are all I have left
        And these words are all I have left

of you
Esmé van Aerden
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Esmé van Aerden  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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