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Jun 2013
He never looked more lovely
then in this state.

And his bruised lips
and blue eyelids were the only proof
she needed.

She admired his missing heartbeat
and fragile bones.

Because his pink lips never
spoke her name
And only this way

She could imagine that
they once did.

(m.a.)
Mae Alyson
Written by
Mae Alyson  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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