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Jun 2013
just rip my heart
out of my chest
with your bare hands
and long fingers

throw it out
to the sea

burn it
to ashes

leave it to
gather dust

because that’s
your thing,
right?
that’s what
you do?

and i don’t
want to
change you
chryselle g
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chryselle g
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